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Steve Harvey Says Michael B. Jordan Is The Right Man For Lori Harvey

Steve Harvey seems to approve of his daughter Lori Harvey’s new boyfriend, Michael B. Jordan but doesn’t think he’s worthy of one title.

In an interview, the fame comedian and Talk Show host said Lori’s boyfriend – the stunner and Black Panther star Michael B. Jordan raised the bar impressively high even for himself. Jordan, who is also named People Magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive, has been dating Lori Harvey and has lavished her with fancy dates while declaring his love for his “turtle,” the pet name he gave her.

Lori Harvey, on the other hand, has a controversial dating history which internet bullies won’t let her forget. She became widely known for dating rapper Future, who is notorious for fathering many children with different children and even denying some while being accused of failing to support others.

After breaking up with Future, Harvey sparked rumors of dating Jordan. The relationship was confirmed with various photos captured of the two enjoying vacations and private dinners together.

Lori Harvey / Michael B Jordan IG

Steve Harvey doesn’t seem to mind his daughter dating the Black Panther actor, but he does share his concern that Jordan’s lavish romantic gestures will need to be kept up.

“This kid, I like him man…” Steve said.

He also has words of caution for Michael B. Jordan in response to the interviewer asking about him renting out a romantically decorated aquarium for Lori for Valentine’s Day “Good Luck homie, because Valentine’s Day comes every year, I don’t know if you know how this works or not but I don’t know how you gon top that but good luck partner…it was really nice what he did, you know, I’m happy for him, he’s a great guy, I met his father and everything but that was a lot, I don’t know where he’ll go from here so maybe he’ll make Creed 4, 5, and 6.”

Meanwhile, Marjorie Harvey, Lori’s mother, also seems to approve of the relationship as she comments approvingly under her daughter’s posts each time she makes posts of the couple.

Ak – Silence Is Violence Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
I need a second to reflect on what I'm seeing in the news
I see weapons intercepting, thoughts of people wearing blue
Clearly not though, hatred in their face is premeditated
We got phones recording moments, proving some law enforces are outlaws
I say some, not every cop abusing power
But look from out of perspectives and biases and think about it
The way it looks is more corruption than rebuilding
So much killing got me feeling up with feelings I've been concealing
'Cause I'm afraid to say it wrong, but f*ck it, this ain't about me
This about the people they got laying down pleading
Begging to breath, pressing they knees against they necks
Even the Devil sees this and contemplates therapy, yes
That's why they see marching in these streets
Screaming names of all the people that's are wrongfully deceased
That should never be this common at the arms of the police
Don't tell me "All Lives Matter", all your arguments are weak
Tell me how you would feel if you got pulled over and Mr. 12
Gets up out his car, he approaching and screaming loud
"Roll the f*cking windows down", If you don't then you know it's blauh
You peep the side mirror, he close and gun's already out
What to do? I don't have any clue
Never had to fear the man that wears a badge to shoot
Shit is sad but it's true, we need compassion, we do
No more victims, let the past be the last thing we have to lose
[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna get away from the past
Thinking 'bout a life where the hate don't last
Feel like people scared of moving forward, so attached
And what they know is wrong and some of us still get a badge
I don't wanna say I'm on, that'd be wrong
Feel like this been going on for way too long
Of course we gon' be fired up, we tired of
Seeing people have to fight for help, we've cried enough
Oh yeah

[Chorus]
Silent, don't be silent
If you are, you're just as violent
They can try to keep us quiet
They can't hide from the one that's highest, no

[Verse 2]
Let me tell you what happened to me last night
I was with a few homies and had a drink around 9
At 11:30, I was try'na sleep, said "Bye"
To the guys and their parents, said I'm sober so I can drive
In the whip now, headed home, bumping unreleased shit
Good vibes on the highway, I'm feeling free then
Boom, see the lights, red and blue all over me, shit
Something ain't right but I pull off and I hear creeping
He at my window, shining light up in my face
Had aggression in his tone before I even said a thing
He said "Where you coming from? And tell me, how much did you drink?"
I told the truth, I said "A beer out a SOLO cup from a keg"
And he said "Bullshit, exit the vehicle and let's talk"
I complied and now I'm sitting on the hood of my car
Young dude probably try'na make a name as a cop
I understand the game, but I couldn't believe this at all
He takes a pen out his pocket and told me "Look at the cap"
"Austin don't take your eyes off it", I'm talking to me in my head
He started moving and I'm glued to it, I know that I've passed
He puts the pen away and said "I want you to take a few steps

Go heel to toe, count 'em out, nine forward then back"
This on 287 so there's trucks and shit flying past
Did nine flawless so I turn around and do nine back
I see my car, his behind, and now seven more behind his now
I got all these pigs around me, felt like I was on a farm
Shoulders back and chest out, I can tell they try'na look strong
One comes over, turns me around after grabbing my arm
Slaps the cuffs and does the search and finds nothing because they wrong
Still they left me in cuffs even though I did nothing
Now he walks me to his car and I'm like "Nah, bro"
I little shaky in my legs, I was nervous, I ain't faking
Started reading my Mirandas like Cosgrove
"You under arrest for D-W-I" I said "Huh?"
He said "Son, don't make me have to say it twice"
Then it hit me, at this point, I ain't even been breathalyzed
I'm in the car, he started driving, bumping Em the whole ride
He was blasting it, pull up to the station and I'm mad as shit, what's happening?
Brings me to my cell and then he slams that shit
My anger is through the f*cking roof, my dude imagine
If you sober and get pulled over and this is where it lands you at
Talking to me through the cell, pressing me to tell 'em that
I sipped more than I did, but the truth is they wasn't having it
Want me to admit shit I ain't did, 'cause they harassing me
In two hours, the breathalyzer's set up and he hands me it
I deep breath of fresh air, I exhale and waited
The results are printed, he stands there and reads it
Me mad, I can't wait 'cause he has to say it
0.00, bitch that's what I've been saying
I told you, now I'm free to go, the homie Jordan picked me up
Shit I'm on my way home and now my mind is going nuts
Moment to reflect my thoughts, I oughta openly discuss
But what I asked myself is valid so let me open up
What if I was black?
What would've went differently? Tears, I'm holding 'em back
'Cause I done told the cops the truth from the jump but they still harassed
But then I think of all the videos I've seen
And now I have a first hand experience that they would probably see and laugh
What they go through day to day is not comparable' what happened to me
And it's evident, it's true, we all got access to see
The Twitter videos they never show on actual TV
Hug the ones you love, express it while you can
Know that no one is above, we all humans at the end
Different backgrounds is a blessing, teach each others what we can
If you listen, then I love you and forever I'll be here
[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna get away from the past
Thinking 'bout a life where the hate don't last
Feel like people scared of moving forward, so attached
And what they know is wrong and some of us still get a badge
I don't wanna say I'm on, that'd be wrong
Feel like this been going on for way too long
Of course we gon' be fired up, we tired of
Seeing people have to fight for help, we've cried enough
Oh yeah

[Chorus]
Silent, don't be silent
If you are, you're just as violent
They can try to keep us quiet
They can't hide from the one that's highest, no

Kresnt – Rock And Roll Lyrics

Rock and roll
Drop it slow
Like you already know

I got tings
Who were flings
That won’t leave me alone

Picture perfect
Ain’t worth it
If it cost ya soul

Still it seems
Like a dream
That I’ve never had before

Rock and roll
Drop it slow
Like you already know

I got tings
Who were flings
That won’t leave me alone

Picture perfect
Ain’t worth it
If it cost ya soul

Still it seems
Like a dream
That I’ve never had before

They hating on a god
And I can’t reply
Cause from a far
You just talking to the sky
I’m like Jordan mixed with Kobe god damn
I avoid the bull give ya the rod man

Windy City
With the raps tho
Upset thots
Yeah I got mad
Cooking in the lab tho
No lab coat
Enough gas for a Rav 4

Hit fast forward
Like the fab 4
I get T’d up and I ain’t have more

Running plays
I’m the new John Madden

Brand new seats
But they all just sat in
Just let it be
I call the shots I’m the referee

You can’t settle with me
I need therapy
But no one was there for me

Rock and roll
Drop it slow
Like you already know

I got tings
Who were flings
That won’t leave me alone

Picture perfect
Ain’t worth it
If it cost ya soul

Still it seems
Like a dream
That I’ve never had before

Rock and roll
Drop it slow
Like you already know

I got tings
Who were flings
That won’t leave me alone

Picture perfect
Ain’t worth it
If it cost ya soul

Still it seems
Like a dream
That I’ve never had before

Rock and roll
Drop it slow
Like you already know

I got tings
Who were flings
That won’t leave me alone

Picture perfect
Ain’t worth it
If it cost ya soul

Still it seems
Like a dream
That I’ve never had before

Drake – Say You Will (freestyle) Lyrics

Why do I feel so alone
Like everybody passing through the studio
Is in character as if we acting out a movie role
Talking bullshit as if it was for you to know
And I don’t have the heart to give these
Bitch ass niggas the cue to go
So they stick around kicking out feedback
And I entertaining as if I need that
I had a talk with my uncle and he agreed that
My privacy about the only thing I need back
But it’s hard to think of them polite flows
Mr. fano poloto suits on your night clothes
And jordan sweat suits are your flight clothes
And you still make it even when they say your flight closed
Eyes hurting from the camera phone light shows
Life was so full
Now this shits just been light pole
Always said I’d say it all on the right track
But in this game u only lose when you fight back
Black diamond bracelets
Showing you the basics
I can’t live and hold the camara
Someone gotta tape dis
I make hits and like a bitch
Just married I ain’t miss
24 hours from greatness
I’m that close to
Don’t ever forget the moment
You began to doubt
Transitioning from fitting in to standing out
Los angeles, cabanas or atlanta south
Watchin home shows
Embarrassed to pull my camera out
And my mother embarased
To put my phantom out
So I park about 5 houses down
She said I shouldn’t have until I have the crown
But I don’t wanna feel the need to wear disguises around
So she wonder where my mind is and counts in the minus
But yet I’m rolling round the f*ckin city like your highness
Got niggas reactin without a sinus
Cause what I’m working with is timeless
And promoters trying to get me out to they club
And say I have fun but I can’t imagine how
Cause I just see my ex-girl
Standing with my next girl
Standing with the girl that I’m f*ckin right now

And shit could get weird unless they all down
And so I stay clear
We from a small town
And everybody talks and everybody listen
And somehow the truth just always comes up missing
I’ve always been something dat these lables can’t buy
Especially if they tryin to take a peice of my soul
And still b only tellin tales “damn drake fly”
And he just be like “silly mother f*cker I know”
That was your bad
How could you pass up on em?
He just take the records
And he gas up on em
Wayne will prolly put a million cash up on em
Surprised no one ever put your ass up on em
Oh they did pole
At least they try to
And that’s what happens
When you spitting what’s inside you
But slip up and shoot the wrong f*cking video
And they think they can market you
However they decide to naww
Before they told me to do me
And don’t listen to anybody that knew me
Cause who of known me would
Mean that there’s a new me
And if you think I’ve changed in the slightest
Could of fooled me
Baa into my city I’m da 2-3
Drug dealers live vicariously through me
I quit school and is not because I’m lazy
I’m just not the social type
And campus life is crazy understand
I could get money with my eyes closed
Lost some of my hottest versus down at cabo
So if you find a blackberry with the sides scroll
Sell that mothaf*cka to any rapper that I know
Cause they need it much more than I ever will
I got new shit
I’m gettin better still
Little niggas put my name in their verses
Cause they girlfriend put my ass on a pedestal
Future said cause it’s ye shit you better kill
And I think it’s got them making of a legend feel
Problem with these other niggas they
Ain’t never real
Yea… that’s all I can say

Danny Brown – Theme Song Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
You can act stupid if you want to
Never play by the rules, do just what I want to
Came up in this bitch tongue out without a front tooth
Now who they say is number one influencer, he number two (Yeah)
Yeah, he dance good, but guess where he got the moves?
But compared to me, look like he wear two left shoes (Uh)
Boy, I treat them lil’ virgins like the restroom
Take my hand and dance with the devil (Yeah)
Oh, boy, you in trouble, rattled the lion cage
Hope God strikes you down while you’re prayin’ on stage (Uh)
Jit at your burial, smoke squares at your grave
Then repent for my sins like, “God, I’m saved” (Alright)
He always forgive, later on, I forget
I had my fingers crossed, so I’m back on that shit
Catch another body ‘fore the song get mixed
The bullets is the lyrics, turn the rapper to a spirit (Yeah)
Singin’ with the angels, nigga long gone
Your song’s like bitch, a belly long, wear the thong wrong (Uh)
Nigga, I’m the wrong one to run on
My balls on her Kit-Kat, now she playin’ ping-pong (Alright)

[Chorus]
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Listen here, Little Richard, I don’t know what got into you
Did more for the game than you (Yeah)
That’s why I had to cut into ya, ya need to be checked
Lil’ niggas need to learn some respect (Alright)
When your show’s like the Rockettes, with some majorettes
Gimme a mic, and a DJ, and I’m set (Yeah)
‘Cause these bars on deck, ain’t gotta shake my ass
You the real definition of “ants in your pants”
Got a son, lil’ niggas, no child support (Yeah)
Sorta like the Bad Boys up against Jordan
But, nigga, you ain’t scorin’, not on me
Wrote this one on one knee, R.I.P. to P (Damn)
Taught me to keep it real, stand on my own (Yeah)
If I got you, rock a nigga brain with his nose bone
No time for the gimmicks (Yeah)
And I ain’t gotta lie when I say I’m independent (Alright)

[Chorus]
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas (Yeah)
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger (Damn)

[Outro]
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Alright)
(Damn)

Lil Tecca – Senorita Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Yeah, yeah
Kio, Kio
Yeah, yeah, oh
Buh, buh, buh, buh (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Lately niggas been worried ’bout Tecca, nigga
You want me, how you gonna do better, nigga?
Bet on myself, how the fuck I’m a better, nigga?
They got me feeling like shit like I’m just a nigga
Talk about me, how the fuck I’ma let a nigga?
He took a shower, yeah, that TEC had to wet a nigga
And shawty left him, yeah, she seen I’m the better nigga
I evolve from human to gold, like caterpillar
Yeah, why you be worried about me? (Yeah)
You hit me, I leave ’em on seen (Yeah)
He a junkie, he be off the codeine (Yeah)
They look up to me, I’m only sixteen (Yeah)
I got a TEC, it go, “Bap, bap, bap” (Yeah)
They hit on my bitch and they snap and they clap (Yeah)
I feel like Chris Brown, I’m on top when I dance (Yeah)
She want me inside, like a crease in her pants

[Verse 1]
I’m never hot ’cause I got a lot of fans
Best fans, Tecca stans
Sold out stands, Tecca stans
DSR, FaZe Clan
I don’t gotta flex, ’cause I know I’m the man
I got a bad lil’ eater
Don’t know her, call her señorita
McDonald’s, can’t five star feed her (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Lately niggas been worried ’bout Tecca, nigga
You want me, how you gonna do better, nigga?
Bet on myself, how the fuck I’m a better, nigga?
They got me feeling like shit like I’m just a nigga
Talk about me, how the fuck I’ma let a nigga?
He took a shower, yeah, that TEC had to wet a nigga
And shawty left him, yeah, she seen I’m the better nigga
I evolve from human to gold, like caterpillar
Yeah, why you be worried about me? (Yeah)
You hit me, I leave ’em on seen (Yeah)
He a junkie, he be off the codeine (Yeah)
They look up to me, I’m only sixteen (Yeah)
I got a TEC, it go, “Bap, bap, bap” (Yeah)
They hit on my bitch and they snap and they clap (Yeah)
I feel like Chris Brown, I’m on top when I dance (Yeah)
She want me inside, like a crease in her pants

[Verse 2]
Run up the girl, had to run it up, baby
German lil’ shawty, she ride a Mercedes
I get the drip, I’m drippin’ on the daily
He talkin’ on ‘Gram but, no, he can’t face me
His bitch can Face me, bitch can taste me
Laced the nigga, gave him rabies
Ketamine, I got lazy
Blue, yellow, Jordan, Lanies

[Chorus]
Lately niggas been worried ’bout Tecca, nigga
You want me, how you gonna do better, nigga?
Bet on myself, how the fuck I’m a better, nigga?
They got me feeling like shit like I’m just a nigga
Talk about me, how the fuck I’ma let a nigga?
He took a shower, yeah, that TEC had to wet a nigga
And shawty left him, yeah, she seen I’m the better nigga
I evolve from human to gold, like caterpillar
Yeah, why you be worried about me? (Yeah)
You hit me, I leave ’em on seen (Yeah)
He a junkie, he be off the codeine (Yeah)
They look up to me, I’m only sixteen (Yeah)
I got a TEC, it go, “Bap, bap, bap” (Yeah)
They hit on my bitch and they snap and they clap (Yeah)
I feel like Chris Brown, I’m on top when I dance (Yeah)
She want me inside, like a crease in her pants

[Outro]
Uh
Uh (Tecca stans)
Uh (Tecca stans)
Uh (Tecca stans)

Bas – Nirvana Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1: B. Lewis]
Get you, get you on the floor
Kitchen table, say no more
Got you up against the door
Run it up ’til the morning
Never trippin’, on the low
Hit it fast, hit it slow
Run it up ’til the morning

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Post-Chorus: Bas and B. Lewis]
Every time, my favorite times are wastin’ time with you
Love you sober, love you older, love you always, through
Forever might not need no wedding ring
Nowhere I’d rather be but here with you
This world, the seven seas, the Heavens too
No part of it I see compare with you

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low (Oh)
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Verse 2: Bas]
Yeah
That’s a fact, scientific
What’s a Jordan with no Scottie Pippen?
I’ll be Scottie, baby, you the greatest
Got no problems givin’ you the praises
Cop a drop for you, the new Mercedes
You deserve the latest
Bein’ honest, I could loop you daily
Baby, you is something like my favorite playlist
But I could never play you like the stereo from Shea Stadium
It ain’t Shea Stadium, but these days
It ain’t rented and it auto-park
And she got back like a photobomb
Throw that ass back, no photoshop
Independent, had to shoot my shot (Ayy)
Uber Eats, big movie screens
Shit, fuck, and sleep
I could do this all day

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low (Oh)
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Post-Chorus: Bas and B. Lewis]
Every time, my favorite times are wastin’ time with you
Love you sober, love you older, love you always, through
Forever might not need no wedding ring
Nowhere I’d rather be but here with you
This world, the seven seas, the heavens too
No part of it I see compare with you

Chief Keef – Posse Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Like skuduskur, I got the ripper (Ripper)
And I won’t hesitate to rip you (To rip you)
Start running, you’ll see that line up
Fly and get caught in this shit like a zipper (Like a zipper)
Got wiz like Chipper the Ripper (The Ripper)
Call my Glock “Oz”, bitch no Wizard (No Wizard)
I’m Jordan when he played with the Bulls in ’96 (Bulls ’96)
You Jordan when he played with the Wizards (With the Wizards)
Lil’ hacking ass bitch, where the whistle? (Where the whistle?)
Chop the 808, bitch, no scissors (No scissors)
Come through for some more, no Metro (No Metro)
Hit a nigga, bet I won’t miss him (Won’t miss him)
Draw on a nigga, no pencil (No pencil)
How you want it? Got the utensils (Utensils)
Big 30 on me, got me limping (Got me limping)
Nigga, what the fuck you want for Christmas? (Want for Christmas?)

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Your posse)

[Verse 2]
Fucking on a nigga bitch, she like it hard (Like it hard)
When it comes to car, it’s fast (It’s fast)
Only getting out my car for the cash (For the cash)
Or the click-clack, send a nigga shots (Shots)
Got a lion for the fur, no fox (No fox)
Pussy, don’t be dumb, box of rocks (Box of rocks)
I be getting off the Hi-Tech (Hi-Tech)
Bitch told me she like that Ciroc (The ‘Roc)
Only thing I run from is Narcs (Narcs)
Won’t push you to do shit, nigga, bullets force (Bullets force)
Pussy nigga got a whole bunch of horse (Horse)
Power, sending shots, East, West, South, North (South, North)
What you looking at? You know I got the torch (Got the torch)
Still stomp a nigga in these Air Force’s (Air Force)
Can’t wife that bitch, she’s a whore (She’s a whore)
Pussy, I’m the plug, fuck your cord (With a cord)
Watch my car eat a nigga, like Pac-Man (Like Pac-Man)
Tap the trigger and it make a nigga tapdance
Tap the pedal and it make a nigga go ham (Go ham)
110 in a fucking 55, man (55, man)
Hop out the whip, looking like Batman (Like Batman)
Got money and power, like ass, man (Like ass, man)
I be balling like I’m Kobe, you’re Juwanna Mann (Go cray)
Shoot my own shit, fuck a nigga hand (Fuck a nigga hand)

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Your posse)

Offset – Father of 4 Lyrics

[Intro: Big Rube]
Yeah, you already know what it is (Swerve)
It’s noisy off the set path
How can I make choices I’ve yet to discover we have?
Must need rehab
If you think you know me from the facets they show these folks to get money, I gotta laugh
How funny it is you don’t realize the skill lies in knowing within the truth there’s still lies
It’s called being civilized
But not to trivialize your belief in the semi-fictionalized
I am who you see
What you hear is part of me
But there’s so much more to me
So much more to be than just alive
A son, a brother, a husband, a father
But still can go even farther
Wish and will, can go harder
In that time, I went the hardest
More than this generic term “artist.”
A reality smith, you love my craftsmanship
Because I craft some shit to make my people proud
And so I speak aloud, but not loud enough yet
Or as loud as I can get
They think I ain’t a threat
But all preconceived notions, I’ve arrived
To Offset

[Chorus: Offset]
I was 17 years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn’t there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, I wasn’t rich, and had no workplace
My son Kody, he three, rappin’ already like me
Ridin’ in the car, you don’t play me, then he gon’ scream

[Verse 1: Offset]
Kalea, you my first, first daughter
I missed the first years of your life, I’m sorry
Tell the truth, I ain’t really know if I was your father
Tell the truth, I really don’t even know your mama
But I had to step up, my daddy had left us
Even though we gotta catch up, pray to God that he bless us
I’ma keep grindin’ for my kids, never gon’ let up
I’ma put the money up for y’all, I can’t be selfish
Had a baby as a kid, mama kicked me out
Had to go and hit a lick, tryna put food in your mouth
Then I got caught for the shit, in the pen when she pushed you out
Your mama tried to push me down, ain’t let me stay at the house

[Chorus: Offset]
I was 17 years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn’t there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, I wasn’t rich, and had no workplace
My son Kody, he three, rappin’ already like me
Ridin’ in the car, you don’t play me, then he gon’ scream

[Verse 2: Offset]
I’m a father of four, gotta get that cash, gold
Keep my past closed, ‘member I ain’t had no dough
Spend a big bag on clothes, Gucci from the head to toes
Not two, not three, all four, that’s all they know
Kulture, remind me of my grandma, feel like she is closer
Gotta thank your mama, she hold me like holsters
Gotta protect her from the world, I can’t even post her
Ups and downs in this fame, roller coaster
If I don’t ball, then everything ’round me fall
I’m prayin’ to God to watch my kids, that’s my all…

[Chorus: Offset]
I was 17 years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn’t there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, I wasn’t rich, and had no workplace
My son Kody, he three, rappin’ already like me
Ridin’ in the car, you don’t play me, then he gon’ scream

Tory Lanez – Say Ahh Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
It’s the remix baby
Hahahah, yeah
Tory-mix
Ahh, ugh, ahh
Ay, ahh
Jeval, what it is nigga?
Rimes, you already know what it is
T-Lanez, yeah

[Verse]
Man I’m flyer than a flight that’s not delayed
I got bills like a phone that’s not prepaid
And you can claim on top, not VJ
Shawty scratch me like my 5 top DJ’s
I got my sneak’s laced pretty like my G’s face
Might see J’s, Jordan’s on ’em like a keychain
Please, I’m sleepin’ on ’em like my PJs
T-Lanez the shit while these other niggas pee stains
I’ma [?] a star baby, I’ma [?] a Marley
I’ma meet you at the [?] mall I don’t give a [?] at all
So open wide baby, I’ll give you a billion
You’ll say ahh like your Christina Million
The alcohol I’m on got me feelin’ really gone
I can give you really long D
You can get if from me
If you really want, get it on, spit it on beat
Just leave it round 3
And your girl talk shit, she only talk about me
So wait wait wait
Let’s really talk about shit
She she she, she be singin’ songs, talk ’bout how we get it on
Never been a kill at all, hop into that yellow thong
They think I’m hella wrong the way that I just send ’em home
I’m like [?] gum, I last extra long
These hoes be blowin’ me like a saxaphone
I ain’t muscle-buildin’ but them bitches what flex I’m on
I’m like [?] killin’ all pedestrians
Hands on your girl like a nigga got extra palms
Extra arms, extra long like an extended song
I could pull a nigga girl like a dresser drawer
And I be killin’ nigga’s girls with they dresses on
And send the order to the bar, I need extra [?]
They say they drink but a nigga say a extra ahh
I’ma like Amario, I get it in, now stretch your jaw

[Outro]
Yeah Trey
Say ahh, ahh

Key Glock – Talk My Shit Lyrics

[Intro]
Hit ’em with the Jab
Buddah Bless this beat

[Verse 1]
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit
They like who the fuck is this with this ice ass wrist? (Glock)
And this fresh ass fit and this bad ass bitch
How the fuck he get her? Man, this bitch too thick
I’m courtside in Dior
Yeah I’m courtside with your daughter (Yeah, yeah)
Chicken strips and fries what I order, uh
And please don’t forget the honey mustard (Baby, please, uh)
She like she gotta pee, I said, “Go, ho,” I can’t miss the quarter (Go)
I do this shit with ease, I put the E in extortion (Yeah)
But I been comin’ down lately ’cause I been tourin’, yeah
Madison Square Garden, I seen ‘Bron score 40, uh (On God)
Man, I swear to God, in New York I had my forty (New York)
Money real tall so you cannot call me Shorty (Uh-uh)
With the same gang, never change, just like Jordan
My bankroll enormous, just like Norbit
Girlfriend, yup, got them big Benjamins
Big backends, yup, big dividends (Racks)
And that Benz, it’s so fast, it blend in with the wind
I need a house so big that the den got a den (Goddamn, the fuck?)

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (On God)
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Verse 2]
Young nigga lit (Lit)
This young nigga lit (Yeah)
I hit my first lick and didn’t look back ever since, uh
Nigga, that ain’t this, yeah, I need every cent (Yeah)
I need mine like a pimp (Yeah), six figures on my fit (Yeah)
Let me kick my shit (What?), these shoes cost your rent
Bitch can’t get shit, might just give her a hint (Bitch)
I park the whip in the VIP, but I didn’t get some lip (Yeah)
On my pistol I grip (Fire), the only time I bust quick, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit (Hold up)
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (Yeah)
Bitch, let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Outro]
Glizzock

Juice WRLD – Jordan Lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like Jordan

[Verse 1]
I’m like woah, I’m like woah
I want you, yeah you know
That’s for sure, that’s for sure
I seen you at the door
I’m like woah, “who are you?”
You so pretty, yeah you know
I’m like woah, get a clue
Yeah I want you as my own
I’m like woah
I see you ballin’ baby
I see you ballin’ baby
I’m like ayy, I don’t do no talkin’ baby
I’m like ayy, you know you offin’ baby
Yeah you know that you offin’ baby
Yeah you hate me [?]
You know that you so gorgeous
I’ve been [?]
I would tell you the future, but I’m not trying to spoil it

[Chorus]
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like, ayy
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like, ayy

[Verse 2]
You know, you know you ballin’
Your phone, you know I’m callin’
In love with you, I’m fallin’
I want to give you all me
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you gorgeous
I wanna see you in the mornin’
I’m like woah, I wanna hold you in the rain when it’s pourin’
I’m like woah, I wanna take you on the road when I’m tourin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you know that you’re scorin’
You know that you ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Wanna see you in the mornin’
You know that [?] take on tour
I wanna see you in the mornin’
You are so gorgeous

[Outro]
I’m like woah
I’m like woah, ayy
I can’t let you go
I’ma hold you close, ayy, ayy
I’m like woah

BlocBoy JB – Woah Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, I just went to-
Ha (and I’m in that motherfucker fly)
Yeah (hold up, with the [?] gon’ die)
Aye (pull up with the bitch right now)
Mm (she gon’ suck me, pacifier)
Yeah (I don’t even, I don’t even, hold up)
Oof (yeah, yeah, yeah, aye)
Damn, Denaro

[Verse 1]
I got them keys like Alicia (Alicia)
Your bitch on my side just like a beeper (word)
I be fuckin’ on a skeezer (huh)
Aye, bitch, I smoke indica, I don’t do sativa (gas)
Fuck on your bitch on the first night I meet her (I meet her)
One thing I hate is to follow the leader (that’s on my momma)
Plenty hoes in the mall, I’m a cheater (yeah)
Rock and roll with your bitch, I’m the Beatles (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)

[Verse 2]
I’m lyrical, I load the Glock while I’m eatin’ my cereal
Check out the Gucci and Louis material
You spent your backends at Superior (huh)
That’s what it cost to purchase my interior (yeah)
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show
Play with me, bitch, I’ma light your (brr)
Load up- load up the Glocks, Dracos, and them .40s
Shoot from the line like I’m Jordan (swish)
You- you on that line like you snortin’, aye (that blow)
That’s why you feel so important (I know)
So many Glocks, need an endorsement (woah)
Might get the G on my face (space)
Sp-sp-speakin’ of Gs, I’m a Grape (Crip)
Bl-Bl-BlocBoy JB be the great (Crip, Crip)
Bitch, I teach lessons, so who is you testin’?
My gun don’t make noise, I call for compression
Soft like ranch dressing, I’m fly like the Jetsons
You went to jail and you made a confession
Ooh, you told (yeah)
Why would you tell on your bros? (Huh)
We at- we at your door like Jehov’ (word)
Strap your legs up, tie ’em up like Girbauds (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah, ha), woah, woah (woah, ha)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)

[Outro]
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (light show)
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (that’s on my momma)
Ice cold (word), BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (word, word)
Ice cold (huh), BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, woah, Clay, woah

Fetty Wap – Bruce Wayne Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah (thank you Fizzle)
Yeah, alright

[Chorus]
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay

[Verse]
Smash nigga, I just spent 200 on a Audi
A fast car, lock in 12, speedin’ on the highway
Gang with me, fuck opps, we gon’ do this our way
Playin’ with me? We gon’ breeze through his driveway
Hangin with me, rollin’ weed like it’s Friday
Doors on my car, they go up, they go sideways
Bon Appetit, let me eat, let me eat
Let a nigga know, is it beef, is it beef
Somethin’ in the air, Batman in the streets
Jordan 14’s, Batman on my feet
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, stock’s up, come and see
I put diamonds on my neck, and my watch cost a fee, yeah

[Chorus]
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay

ScHoolboy Q – THat Part lyrics

(feat. Kanye West)

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

[Post-Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Ayy! That part
Bang this shit in the hood one time
Lil bitch I’m back and poppin’
Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
Quarter million, switchin’ lanes… that part
Bet my bitch move the same old thing… that part
405 with the gun off safe… that part
Ayy I’m still tryna make that plate
Bitch up on the Q’s your fate
Style on top of style, nigga
Five years I’ve been rich, nigga
Drove Bimmers down Fig, nigga
Pushed Porsches down Broadway
I’ve been doggin’ different hoes, nigga
Got a chain that’s worth the Rolls, nigga
Got an engine back with the top in it
Nigga drivin’ it like it’s a bomb in it

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can’t be choosers, bitch this ain’t Chipotle
Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O’Shea
Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe
I just left the strip club, got some glitter on me
Wifey gonna kill me, she the female OJ
Y’all don’t feel me, man this ain’t okay
Four Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I’m reloaded
Rich nigga, still eatin’ catfish
That bitch ain’t really bad, that’s a catfish
If I walk up out of Saks Fifth
Have the paparazzi doin’ backflips
If I lay you down on the mattress
Blow the back out ’til you backless
Thick, we already established
She just got ’em done, bra-strapless
Yeah! Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can’t be choosers, bitch this ain’t Chipotle (That part)
Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O’Shea (That part)
Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

[Post-Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Ayy! That part
Bang this shit in the hood one time
Lil bitch I’m back and poppin’
Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]
Few million made and still ain’t changed… that part
Me, my girl got matchin’ bling… that part
I’ma get so blowed, I’ma lose my brain… that part
Me and Ab-Soul only thing go straight
Need me a bitch that’ll go both ways
Style on top of style, nigga
Since a youngin’ I wanted to ball, nigga
Had a pistol in my drawls, nigga
When I was broke, I had the sauce, nigga
Got a Chevy with side to side on it
Hundred spokes, the dang-d-dangs on it
Got a chopper that stand the fire too
I put your uzi down beside you

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part
Ayy! That part
That part
That part

[Outro: Kanye West]
Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)
I just dropped 60, man I feel like Kobe
Lamar was with me, man I feel like Kobe
Pimpin’ at my weddin’, man I feel like Jordan
Trippin’ at my weddin’, I be runnin’ away
Ain’t say shit, nigga
You was listenin’ close though
You was listenin’ to hoes though
You wouldn’t listen to the flow though
Listen to the ‘Go
Listen to a young nigga from the ‘Go
I’ma freestyle this mothafucka, who knew?
When I’m with my niggas, nigga, ScHoolboy Q
And uh, Top Dawg, call Top Dawg
Get that nigga on the phone
Top Dawg on the phone!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Weak Days (SZA Weeknd Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
You know I got a girl
But you still want me
Why you want me if I got a girl
The feeling is wrong
But wrong feels so right now
And I been being to nice yeah
And I just missed my flight yeah
And I was with my side girl

[Chorus]
This weekend
And I just do my wife for the week day
Make you feel alright every week day
But she want Thursday Friday
Saturday and Sunday
Yeah everyday to her’s a week day
Make you feel alright every week day
Or make you loose your mind on the week day
She want Thursday Friday
Saturday and Sunday
Yeah everyday to her’s a

[Verse 2]
Look
I ain’t a player I’m just saying when a
Player nigga really be scorin’
And when I play it be something like Jordan
Yeah
Maybe because I got 6 rings on
Lil bitch this ain’t no mother fucking theme song
You know I pop pills [?]
I know they wanna catch me slipping
But it ain’t worth it
And I be tranna do it all
But I ain’t perfect
And I don’t want no goofy niggas in my damn circle
Fuck it ima quit rapping if the band working
And even though I been rolling with the same niggas
I started noticing I ain’t the same nigga
I started wearing more watches wearing more rings nigga
Yeah shoot out the money can’t really change niggas
Yeah, and I come through Christians on my feet
Girl we gonna leave together
And I know you gonna keep it G who you gonna need forever
Girl you know that I get a lotta
Money but that’s nothing
Girl you know how I feel about ya
It’s hard to show you that I care about ya
If it come down to it I’ll probably do a drill ’bout ya

[Outro]
Mm
Mm mm mm mm

Lawrence Rothman – Jordan lyrics

[Intro]
I’ve lived long enough
Long enough in shame
Long enough
Long enough in shame

[Verse 1]
I live in a world that I’m not a boy or girl
I’m not alone, not human or animal
Truly would you die for me, die for me?
You know I’d die for you
Sorry, never thought I’d fall in love with my best friend

[Chorus]
After everything you’ve done
I know I’m the only one
Who’s bad for me, bad for me, bad for me

[Verse 2]
You crash into my vision like a spirit with no latitude
No need to understand anything as long as I do
For the life of me, life of me, life of me
I chose to care for you
Kinda always knew I’d found love with my best friend, Jordan

[Chorus]
After everything you’ve done
I know I’m not the only one
Who’s bad for me, bad for me, bad for me
There’s nothing left to say
There’s no blood left in my veins
‘Cause I’m bad for me, I’m bad for me, so bad for me

[Outro]
I’ve lived long enough in shame, long enough in shame, long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame, long enough in shame, long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame, long enough in shame, long enough in shame
Long enough in shame, long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame, long enough in shame, long enough in shame
Jordan (x4)

03 Greedo – Mafia Business lyrics

[Chorus]
You gonna make me put you in a suit and tie
Steady speakin’ ’bout my work but its not your business
You ain’t about no business
Some niggas talk like bitches
You ain’t part of the mafia
And its hard to keep it mafia
We got a lots of niggas, mafia
We gon’ give my niggas the business

[Verse]
I don’t have a dime I just keep it look
Bitch I’m broke why you mad?
Get that money out your ass
Open your eyes you is not her
I won’t give a bitch a bag
Got a go call [?]
’cause I’m walking with a limp that don’t mean I pimp
Man I hope she ain’t mad I am not him

Ray, hes my nigga he say we ain’t shit
Tryna do it for a nigga that we can’t forget

Run my life up in the sack don’t feel the same without my nigga here
We jump in the same gang for a 100 years
Man I swear I haven’t cried in 100 years
Last night a nigga cried about 100 tears
Tell the hoes I need 40
Tell them all I want 40
You can be broke like you Nike boomer Jordan
Man I swear without my Ray, my life’s boring

Got a gold bank, got a gold check
Gotta keep it mafia with all the hoes

I was about to hit my Ricky
Pulling up in the 50
I was swerving through the traffic
Rollin’ but then I had to pass it
We been breaking down that backwood
I’ve been into selling that good
If you with me then you’re that good
Yeah yeah

[Chorus]
You gonna make me put you in a suit and tie
Steady speakin’ ’bout my work but its not your business
You ain’t about no business
Some niggas talk like bitches
You ain’t part of the mafia
And its hard to keep it mafia
We got a lots of niggas, mafia
We gon’ give my my nigga the buisness
[Chorus]
You gonna make me put you in a suit and tie
Steady speakin’ ’bout my work but its not your business
You ain’t about no business
Some niggas talk like bitches
You ain’t part of the mafia
And its hard to keep it mafia
We got a lots of niggas, mafia
We gon’ give my nigga the buisness

Fifth Harmony – Down lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci
Fifth Harmony

[Verse 1: Lauren]
I need somebody with some patience
‘Cause you know I got a temperament
And yeah, you got a reputation
Nothin’ that a little love can’t fix
There ain’t no kind of situation
Where I wouldn’t cross a line for you
FBI interrogation
I would get up there and lie for you

[Pre-Chorus: Dinah]
When push come to shove
You show me love
When push come to shove, ayy

[Chorus: Lauren & Normani]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 2: Normani]
You the type that I could bake for (bake for)
‘Cause baby, you know how to take that cake (cake, cake)
And I’m the only one you wait for
‘Cause baby, you know that I’m worth that wait

[Pre-Chorus: Ally & Lauren]
When push come to shove
You show me love (you show me love)
When push come to shove, ayy

[Chorus: Lauren, Normani & Gucci Mane]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (it’s Gucci)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s like Bonnie and Clyde just walked in
A gangster and his bride just walked in
We on the same team and we ballin’
Got me showin’ off my ring like I’m Jordan
And I’mma hold you down like you hold me
And I’ll never tell a soul what you told me
When I was sittin’ in the cell is when you showed me
It takes a real one to put up with the old me
That’s why you in the coupe with the low seat
That’s why we at the game on the floor seats
My diamond that they seein’ from the nosebleeds
You make a man feel like he won a trophy

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani & (Lauren) & (Ally) & (Normani) & (Dinah)]
(Long as you’re holding me down,) down, down
(I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down,) down, down
(Long as you’re holding me down,) down, down (Imma love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
(Long as you’re holding me down,) down, down (yeah)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you (down, down, down, down)
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down (I’m gon’ love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (Long as you’re lovin’ me boy)

[Outro: Lauren]
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Need To Know lyrics

(feat. Chance The Rapper)

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Washing out cigarettes in the bathroom
Should probably only give my opinion when I’m asked to
I’m really good at telling the half truth but usually only when I have to
The money doesn’t work, the chain doesn’t work
Something broken in my brain, got me praying in the dirt
Got me stranded in my bed like I’m laying in the hearse
And the grass is always greener when you play on astroturf
Wonder why my generation poppin’ pills and poppin’ percs
And got some weed and got some purp
And got some bars and got some syurp
And got some Jordan’s on my feet, I went and matched them with my shirt
And I just Instagrammed them both to show you that I got them first
Got a Louis duffel bag, I got my girl a purse
I’m tryna find God through a purchase, I’m not tryna go to church
Amen, Satan, told me not to serve, I only think about myself, I only think about my work
I only think about my come-up, capitalism
Look at where we come from, we are what we run from
We are why we smoke some, so numb, so numb, so numb

[Hook: Macklemore & Chance The Rapper]
I’ma tell you what you need to know
I’ma tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be
I’ma tell you what you need to know
I’ma tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper + Macklemore]
I cry when she smile with her eyes closed
I’m already afraid of tight clothes
I want all her best friends to be white folks
I scratched out this line so many times, I can’t forget it
It’s fucked up, I almost say it every time that I edit
I swear rapping make it easy to lie
But secrets don’t make it easy to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, quickly ended discussion
I don’t need a thing, he warned of repercussions
But I know he come in all forms, that won’t be his last visit
Time is moving fast and I’m running with a pair of scissors
Looking in the mirror like, “Damn that ain’t my dad, is it?”
He handed the torch but he ain’t hold my hand in it
I spent a pretty penny on microphones, mini-midis
In-ears and CDs, I put the indie in Windy City
Indian giver, Black father, White liar
Right next to Yeezy like Mike Myers
Stare at the cue cards, take out the juke parts
Take out the God references, just leave the cool parts
I remember opening for Ben, wasn’t no liquor at the show
And now the white girls call me nigga at my show
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous over night
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous over night

[Hook: Macklemore & Chance The Rapper]
I’ma tell you what you need to know
I’ma tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be

[Instrumental break]

[Outro: Macklemore]
I’ma tell you what you need to know
I’ma tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be…okay

Kris Wu – 6 lyrics

World wide tour yayayaya yaya
Kàn shénme 6 nǐ hé wǒ zǒu yī bō
Xiōngdì yìqì wǒmen de crew bù tài jiǎng dàolǐ
Only on me know
Wǒ de flow cónglái dōu bàolì
Dōu shì yīgè mèngxiǎng dōu shì yīgè múyàng
Big house big dreams
Wǒ hé nǐ dōu yīyàng
Shéi yòu bù xīwàng yǒu mula nàme duō
Shéi yòu bùxiǎng měitiān chūmén kāi pǎochē
It was all a dream
Used to read word up magazine biggies thang
Nǐ hé wǒ dū kěyǐ
Wǒ fēijī fēi dào mǎdélǐ
Wǒ kāikǒu jiùshì zhìmìng yī jī
Wǒ kāikǒu nǐ yǐ zuòyǐdàibì
Ráoshé dàizhe xuánlǜ nǐ shuō 666
Ayo I invented this flow 66
The world be the kitchen
I be the chef cookin the oven steph curry them refs
No pain no gain rain the trey
Fall back and fade away triple team mvp
Call me the legacy
Wǒ chūmén yào sīrén fēijī
Chūmén yào dài rolies bvlgaris
Shōucáng de jordan zuì hǎo hézuò supreme
Only f**k with mother f**kers on the first team
World wide tour yayayaya yaya
Kàn shénme 6 nǐ hé wǒ zǒu yī bō
Xiōngdì yìqì wǒmen de crew bù tài jiǎng dàolǐ
Only on me know
Wǒ de flow cónglái dōu bàolì
Dōu shì yīgè mèngxiǎng dōu shì yīgè múyàng
Big house big dreams
Wǒ hé nǐ dōu yīyàng
Shéi yòu bù xīwàng yǒu mula nàme duō
Shéi yòu bùxiǎng měitiān chūmén kāi pǎochē
Nǐ shǎ dào kàn bù chū wǒ de shílì
Kàn bù chū zhōngguó zài bāng nǐ juéqǐ
Nǐ yǐwéi zìjǐ bèi táotài wěiqu
Kàn bù chū rùwéi zhě gèng yǒu shílì
Kàn nǐ zhàn zài zhèlǐ diss diss chǒulòu múyàng
Yǎngài bùliǎo nǐ nèixīn rén mó gǒu yàng
Rollin eyes rollin dies doubt me twice popped me nice
And I knew to get back at once that my dream no one can slice
Wǒ xiōngdì yìqì
Qǐng nǐmen kàn xì
Xǐnǎo de xuánlǜ xiàng zhè qīngpén dàyǔ
Wǒ xiězhe qíngxù
Wǒ xiōngdì yìqì
Qǐng nǐmen kàn xì
Wǒmen tài duō huǒlì wǒmen dàibiǎo holy
Nǐ bù bèi kǎolǜ
Don’t fk with my s**t
Wǒ liànzi bù xián duō wǒ zhōngdiǎn cóng bù tuō
Yǒu yíhàn bùyòng shuō kàn shéi bǎ nǐ dài huǒ
Carry
World wide tour yayayaya yaya
Kàn shénme 6 nǐ hé wǒ zǒu yī bō
Xiōngdì yìqì wǒmen de crew bù tài jiǎng dàolǐ
Only on me know
Wǒ de flow cónglái dōu bàolì
Dōu shì yīgè mèngxiǎng dōu shì yīgè múyàng
Big house big dreams
Wǒ hé nǐ dōu yīyàng
Shéi yòu bù xīwàng yǒu mula nàme duō
Shéi yòu bùxiǎng měitiān chūmén kāi pǎochē

Kris Wu – JULY lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’ve been looking for a reason
To have you in my arms
Where you wanna be
Never had a woman so good
Glad to have you right where you wanna be

[Pre-Chorus]
Talking ’til the morning we don’t need any sleep
I hate it when you go to work
Laying ’til the sun down it feel like a dream
I hate it when we go to work
You should be here

[Chorus]
Baby, Baby, I
Doing what feels right
Baby, Baby, now
Tell me what you wanna say
Show me how you feeling, babe
Show me how you feeling, babe

[Verse 2]
You’ve been looking for a reason
To have me in your arms
Where I wanna be
Give you what you need and no more
Glad to have you right
Where you wanna be

[Pre-Chorus]
Talking ’til the morning we don’t need any sleep
I hate it when you go to work
Laying ’til the sun down it feel like a dream
I hate it when we go to work
You should be here

[Chorus]
Baby, Baby, I
Doing what feels right
Baby, Baby, now
Tell me what you wanna say
Show me how you feeling, babe

[Verse 3]
You know this ain’t rocket science
Get what you got coming to ya
I know what you like
You know that I’mma keep it coming uh
Something ’bout this Moët got you in the mood
Say you got a situation
Tell that other guy to move

Easy, I may have to call in work, girl
How I’m (s’)posed to lay this work, girl
This shit way too good to function
I’m like Jordan when it’s crunch time
We at Nobu when it’s lunch time
I’mma get up out your way, girl
But only if we spending some time, sometimes

[Chorus]
Baby, Baby, I
Doing what feels right
Baby, Baby, now
Tell me what you wanna say
Show me how you feeling, babe

[Outro]
Show me how you
Show me how you feeling, babe
Show me how you feeling, babe

Travis Scott – Watch lyrics

[Intro: O’Shaunesy Harley & Lil Uzi Vert]
…because it’s the last ride ever gonna, that I’m ever gonna take at Astroworld
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, f*ck her in the hallway
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy you learned the hard way
Not with all the talkin’, turned it to a closed case
Look, bullets got duller, and it’s vanilla, all white, that Plain Jane, yeah
The Rolls goin’ better, hundred or better
I took the money and flooded my bezel
You diamond to rock, computed the setting
VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle
I popped a molly to get on my level
Rockin’ that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater
Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven
Met her at 10, f*cked that girl at 11
Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon?
Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, f*ck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
On the south side of town gettin’ me a bald fade
Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take (it’s lit)
No can’t trust her, she gon’ leave us all laced (laced)
Bust a bankroll in the club, where’s Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like woah (yeah, yeah, alright)
Yeah they really want my soul (yeah)
That can never go (straight up)
Angel in the snow (what?)
Always leave me cold (iced)
Leave it on the floor (what?)
She slidin’ from the pole like woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put it on speed
You in ivory is all I need (skrrt)
All agree, we gon’ skip the tees, go bare like trees (trees)
It’s stuck in heat, we go with the dawgs and then we flee
Way this summer goin’ I might start my summer leave
Every young nigga get a check and get a team
Yeah, man’s on the front line ’cause man’s on his deen
No small faces, it’s just an AP beamin’

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, f*ck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie
Your sh*t rockless, my sh*t hockey goalie
You should gon’ hide it, man it’s too bad
Like a bald nigga still wearin’ du-rags, ha
Israeli guards, boy please be mindful
Don’t have words with me ’cause I got a mind full
I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld
Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield
Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills
Bet my wifey stay close, she know I’m on my Bezos
Opioid addiction, pharmacy’s the real trap
Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack
One year it’s Illuminati, next year it’s the Sunken Place
They don’t want me to change, nah, nigga run in place
I need someone else to make this drink, because
You don’t understand the juice to vodka ratio
That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what?
Never trust a bartender that don’t drink, bitch

[Outro: Kylie Jenner]
Bust down Rollies, bust down Rollies
And I told him I wanted to have a bust down baby

Travis Scott – Watch (feat. Kanye West & Lil Uzi Vert) lyrics

[Intro: O’Shaunesy Harley & Lil Uzi Vert]
…because it’s the last ride ever gonna, that I’m ever gonna take at Astroworld
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, fuck her in the hallway
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy you learned the hard way
Not with all the talkin’, turned it to a closed case
Look, bullets got duller, and it’s vanilla
All white, that Plain Jane, yeah
The Rolls goin’ better, hundred or better
I took the money and flooded my bezel
You diamond to rock, computed the setting
VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle
I popped a molly to get on my level
Rockin’ that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater
Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven
Met her at 10, fucked that girl at 11
Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon?
Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
On the south side of town gettin’ me a bald fade (yeah)
Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take (it’s lit)
No can’t trust her, she gon’ leave us all laced (laced)
Bust a bankroll in the club, where’s Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like woah (yeah, yeah, alright)
Yeah they really want my soul (yeah)
That can never go (straight up)
Angel in the snow (what?)
Always leave me cold (iced)
Leave it on the floor (what?)
But she’s slidin’ from the pole like woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put it on speed
You and ivory is all I need (skrrt)
All agree, we gon’ skip the tees, go bare like trees (trees)
It’s stuck in heat, we go with the dawgs and then we flee
Way this summer goin’ I might start my summer leave
Every young nigga get a check and get a team
Yeah, man’s on the front line ’cause man’s on his deen
No small faces, it’s just an AP beamin’

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie
Your shit rockless, my shit hockey goalie
You should gon’ hide it, man it’s too bad
Like a bald nigga still wearin’ du-rags, ha
Israeli guards, boy please be mindful
Don’t have words with me ’cause I got a mind full
I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld
Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield
Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills
Bet my wifey stay close, she know I’m on my Bezos
Opioid addiction, pharmacy’s the real trap
Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack
One year it’s Illuminati, next year it’s the Sunken Place
They don’t want me to change, nah, nigga run in place
I need someone else to make this drink, because
You don’t understand the juice to vodka ratio
That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what?
Never trust a bartender that don’t drink, bitch

[Outro: Kylie Jenner]
We got bust down Rollies, bust down Rollies
And I told him I wanted to have a bust down baby

Blink 182 – American Dream

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Verse 1]
Look at them
Uh
How to make it in America
Real nigga, day one, ain’t a lot of us
Mom worked two jobs, it was hard for us
Me and sis made it out, now she proud of us
They ain’t teach me how to rap in those private schools
Wasn’t like my rich friends, had a lot to lose
Less money, less options, lot of rules
So when that first deal came it was opportune
And shawty got potential, I scout that
She say she in love, but I doubt that
Maybe it’s the drugs or the clout
I get love in the north, I get love in the south, yeah
Shawty claim she a feminist and her ex man feminine
God damn girl you know that he average
God damn girl you know I’m a savage

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Verse 2]
New money
Now I’m in the Benz truck with a new honey
Yeah, they said I wouldn’t make it
I’m like, "You funny"
Laughing at my haters like, "You dummies"
The night is young, girl what can you do for me?
Six figures, five shows, big ballin’
Look, I’m very important
I took a break, had some things I had to get sorted
I might retire in my prime like I’m M. Jordan
Table dancing in South Hampton
Use the wine glasses for dirty fantas
We coolin’ out in the whip and I done damn near smashed every girl on my list
KD at the three, Djokovic with the racket
Phelps in the pool, I’m like Speith at the masters
God damn girl you know you a bad bitch
God damn girl you know I’m a savage

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Bridge]
Another day in the U.S.A
Just another day in America
Kids from my hood look up to the drug dealers
The system set us up for failure
I just wanna make enough to pay dividends
Then invest in black businesses
They teach us to hate what we see in the mirror
But it can’t break our spirit

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

Tiara Thomas – Retro 1’s Lyrics

[Verse 1]
How do I live this sort of life
Pop champagne getting poured all night
I don’t want none of these niggas inside
Getting geeked up with a foreign dyke

[Hook]
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
Bitch get naked in a foreign
She whip me eggs in the mornin’

[Verse 2]
Bitch from the hills name Lauren
[?]
And she don’t like no
Tryna be everywhere I go
Acting like she fell in love
I just took off like a dub
Shawty salty than a mug
But I just ran out of fucks
Yeaaah, you know I got it
Touching on my body
You acting naughty
I like em naughty
That extra sloppy
That ain’t gon’ stop

[Hook]
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
Bitch get naked in a foreign
She whip me eggs in the mornin’
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get naked in a foreign
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
She whip me eggs in the mornin’

[Verse 2]
That bitch from the hood name Keisha
Brown skin and she look like Issa
[?] when I paint her face she look like Mona Lisa
Break down and roll my reefer
I want my cake and eat it
We do this every weekend
No pipe but shawty leaking
Well, you know I got it
Touching on my body
Is that your hobby?

[Hook]
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
Bitch get naked in a foreign
She whip me eggs in the mornin’
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get naked in a foreign
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
She whip me eggs in the mornin’

Gucci Mane – Dickriders Lyrics

[Intro]
The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?)
She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’
Proper-talking, bitch

[Hook]
A nigga got pregnant, he was dickriding so much
The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?)
She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’
Fake proper-talking, bitch be like “Please pass the Backwood” (what?)
Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back
What they say ’bout Guwop, stop the trap-shit, run it back
Big bro was a good boy, he sacked the quarterback
But I was just a hood-boy, bricks in my culdesac (brick)

[Verse]
Jordan number five, Gucci man, I’m still alive (whoa)
Domino, vamanos, pull up with a pie (domo)
Middle finger with the five, fuck the GBI (fuck ’em)
Mississippi, country nigga, crooked letter I (sip)
Matty with the eye, call me Patty with the pies (Patty)
I’m comin’ ov’, on the stove, look like I’m whippin’ rocks (skrrt)
Fuck her lookin in her eye, then I tell a lie
I’m leaving now, don’t tell her why, I just tell her “Bye” (bye)
Club full of side-hoes, giving the side-eye (side)
Pull up murk the parking lot, call it a drive-by (grrah)
She tired of the small-fry, she want the big guy (s’Gucci)
It’s a lot of niggas snitchin’, lot of niggas telling lies (liar)

[Hook]
A nigga got a pregnant, he was dickriding so much
The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?)
She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’
Fake proper-talking, bitch be like “Please pass the Backwood” (what?)
Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back
What they say ’bout Guwop, stop the trap-shit, run it back
Big bro was a good boy, he sacked the quarterback
But I was just a hood-boy, bricks in my culdesac (brick)

Don Q – Rumors And Gossip

[Intro]
Oh, y’all ain’t know this was a NickFRSH beat?
Don
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s JSDG with another banger
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
What?
Bitch
Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
Yeah, yeah
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
Yeah, yeah
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Never sell crack where yo’ momma rest at
When them people at her door I bet you gon’ regret that
Crackers wanna see my career take a setback
Can’t stop a nigga ballin’, Harden with the step back
Dirty cops pull you over, no ‘parent reason
Said they found a gun, but they ain’t tell us where they seen it
I know all my rights and they ain’t even care to read it
I got paid lawyers, you know I’m prepared to beat it
I always look like Neimans it’s a outlet in the projects
Where you get those truthly, I just found that in the closet
You heard about them Jordan’s that ain’t out yet, but I got it
You heard about them foreigns, they be jumpin’ in and out it
I just Piru the interior
This is go cruise through the area
This is getting spooky and scarier
They tryna shoot the superior
I live on the edge for the thrill
That’s why I move like the senator
My bitch got red on the heels
She told me them Louboutins is killin’ her
I’m goin’ head over heels
I needed a prayer, I recruited a minister
I’m mixin’ red with the pills
I pop out and hop out the coupe with Dillinger
I can’t afford to get caught with the steal, they tryna turn Q to a prisoner
I’m with my hitter, I told him to chill ’cause he was perusing on drillin’ ya

[Outro]
Never sell crack where yo’ momma rest at
When them people at her door I bet you gon’ regret that
Crackers wanna see my career take a setback
Can’t stop a nigga ballin’, Harden with the step back
Bitch
Bitch
Step back
Yeah
Never
So step back
Yeah, yeah
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
Huh?
Niggas can’t stop me, nigga
Yeah
Untouchable, nigga
Don
Yeah
Yeah

Crooked I – Truth (Why U Mad) (feat. Royce 5’9″)

[Chorus]
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
Oh you mad ’cause I’m stylin’ on you

[Verse 1: KXNG CROOKED]
"I gave you niggas the truth, huh? Huh?"
"And what’d you do with it?"
You ignored it and bought a bunch of fairy tales, huh? (uh, uh)
You niggas losing it
I coulda’ did it for the mainstream (uh, uh)
Nah, I wasn’t cool with it
Truthfully, I never thought I’d rap like Common Sense
But I woke up my people, been rapping like Common since
The hood is moving different than you envisioned
Consumerism’s the new religion
There’s fewer Christians and fewer Bishops reading them Jewish scriptures
A slew of bitches with shoe addictions and niggas who truly risking it all for the coupe if the roof is missing
On a foolish mission
What if I told you I knew the system wanted the future spending their youth in prison
"Who would listen?"
No time to listen to dudes who spittin’, while music’s missing
[?]
But you was trippin’, because your jewels have nothing to do with wisdom
You stupid, ludicrous, nigga
You’s a victim (Amen)
We lost souls, put that on the bible
Sell us some Jordan’s
We’ll be ignoring distorting on what’s important
Even though there’s been a war on the poor
Before they was recording, Jordan scoring titles
Me and your survival was more than vital
They say my people are like Jelly Beans
Wait!
Because nobody like the black ones
Unless it’s our culture, then they like everything
Wait!
"I tell the truth, I get attacked, huh?"

[Chorus]
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
Oh you mad ’cause I’m stylin’ on you

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5’9"]
Tell the truth, "nigga, who the best in this industry?"
If it ain’t Crooked, Kendrick and Cole, bitch, then it’s me
You only acting tough ’cause you sniffing coke and sippin’ Hennessy
I click triggers re-lentlessly
I kill rich niggas instantly
While I’m here I’m fucking all your little bitches
All I said to that little thot, was "hello" back
Marshall called me the best out, I called him the "kettle black"
I’m like Nas, I’m about the check
My cars is parked in an underground garage like Das EFX
I’m about the deposits like I’m in debt, ‘cept I’m not in debt
I move in silence and I don’t move inside it, unless I’m protected like contracepts
I’m a Contra-vet
Thought you got me my [?] was wet
God just wept
I’m the flyest yet
I’m disguised as Ness
Your brides is [?], but your [?]
I left my deposit slip on the Gaza strip, while I was checking my connect
Yes!
I confess
I don’t rap for checks
I rap to kill rappers and for my respect
I shall let this nine go pyrotech’
Lies gon’ catch up and guys get lied to rest
I confess, shit don’t go right, then I go left
We not friends, do not flinch like Tourette’s
I’m on yo’ head!
Like berets
I’ma show up where you did your show last
That’s gon’ be yo’ ass
I don’t get you there, I come to yo’ ave
I don’t get you there, I come to yo’ lab
Show up frontin’ like I’m drunk with the MO-AB
I’m a seasoned Slaughter House general, ya’ll the beginners bro
If I’m starving you know I target your dinner bowl
I’m a part of an augmented envision in God’s image
Part of a team that brings all the women
When I’m stepping wherever, they got to check the weather
When I’m summoning, summer bring autumn winters
I’m too up to understand what under means
Anytime I’m coming it’s humbling to all contenders
Male or female, we can bet your budget
I got asked in a interview, "where did I think I would be if I wasn’t in this bitch being the best who does it?"
That’s easy, I be somewhere else, being the best who does it

When the drugs don t work – Doobie lyrics

Lyrics Doobie – When the drugs don t work

What am I gonna do when The Drugs Don t Work
Girl you a fool if you think love don’t hurt
You ain’t heard? They call me Cobain, First name Kurt
Gotta nose full of Coke and a cup full of dirt
You should be right here with me, but you blew it
And I blew up, I’m 2 treed wit my 2’s up
Hella big Ms getting threw up and thrown up
Ima young bull, old money, grown up yeah yeah
Bump of the ekow, I’m in a tree house
F**k her then leave out, 2 treed peace out (peace out)
I stomp on the yayo, Angel dust no halo
Step on the yola, I’m booted, coca no cola
This that Coke rock, Cocaheina in my snot
This that Yo, I got ballerinas dancing on my cock
This that yay bump, Snow bunny do a hop
This that Coke, I do a lot
B***h I’m Wilder than a rot yeah.

So put the weed in the grinder
Break it down, roll it up and get higher
So put the weed in the grinder
Break it down, roll it up and get higher.

I’m on that Caine like I’m getting old
I been had that crack, hear in in my bones
Cocaine Cowboy, Indiana Jones
I had to get me a sack like it’s 4th and goal
Oh my oh my, I’m rocket high
I’m a shooting star like I shot the sky
I can’t see why you even caught my eye
Too busy lookin at yo a*s when you was walking by
Cuz you goofy like Max dad
I’m hotter than wax dabs
Off 2 hits like jab jab
Smoking OG by the hashtag
That mean the pound
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Boy you looking around like pass that
I’m in a aircraft, I’m air Jordan you Air Shaq
I take yo spot and you won’t never get to chair back
I get paid to sit on my a*s, Seat check
And this s**t I’m smoking on smell like feet sweat.

What am I gonna do when The Drugs Don t Work
Girl you a fool if you think love don’t hurt
You ain’t heard? They call me Cobain, First name Kurt
Gotta nose full of Coke and a cup full of dirt
You should be right here with me, but you blew it
And I blew up, I’m 2 treed wit my 2s up
Hella big Ms getting threw up and thrown up
Ima young bull, old money, grown up yeah yeah
Bump of the ekow, I’m in a tree house
F**k her then leave out, 2 treed peace out
I stomp on the yayo, Angel dust no halo
Step on the yola, I’m booted, coca no cola.

This that Coke rock, Cocaheina in my snot
This that Yo, I got ballerinas dancing on my cock
This that yay bump, Snow bunny do a hop
This that Coke, I do a lot
B***h I’m Wilder than a rot yeahhh.

So put the weed in the grinder
Break it down, roll it up and get higher
So put the weed in the grinder
Break it down, roll it up and get higher.

What am I gonna do when the drugs don’t workkk. (x9)
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