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Lil Wayne – Just Chill Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
[?] got a haircut
Mu in this bitch, Scoob in this bitch with me

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
So much shit on my mind, I just hope I don’t smell like it
The motherfuckers pointing fingers
Be the same ones that have nail bitin’
Real niggas, still real niggas, you new niggas, just lil’ niggas
When ya shit fall, don’t be surprised
Acting like you didn’t hear timber
I’m caffeinated, I’m half-sedated
I started from the bottom, I gravitated
I’m validated, I’m a trigger happy nigga
And it’s sad to say it, but I had to say it
I had to do it, I had to stunt, act like I had what I had for once
With all of my thank yous added up
I still can’t thank Birdman enough, I woke up in a new Tyra Banks
I’ve been gettin’ money since Shabba Ranks
The car I’m in brand spankin’ new, it just got spanked
Real niggas say rest in peace to DJ Screw
Rest in peace to Pimp C too
Fuck your bulletproof vest, blat, I still need proof, my nigga
I hate you like mustard, I’m disgustin’
I’m aiming at your chest, hit your face, I’m just rusty
Cherish every step that we take, some of us clumsy
Lookin’ for a breath of fresh air, it’s hidin’ from me, fuck
Mall roll it up in the leaf, weed stronger than Zangief
I last longer than an antique, her pussy cummin’ like a stampede
She cooks, fucks and clean, the type of bitch that every man need
The type of bitch that every man leave
That ain’t cool, and she wearin’ sleeves, but chill, just chill

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
Girl, you gotta chill, uh, I just gotta tell you how I feel, yeah
Girl, you gotta chill, uh, you know that I’ll always keep it real
You just need to chill, oh, oh
Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
Yeah, girl, you gotta chill

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
You could fuck all these bitches, except my bitches
Yeah right, I wish, with all three wishes
Man I swear she got too attached, had to cut the umbilical
Man I swear I’m so armed, I feel like I got tentacles
Niggas bumpin’ their gums, I feel like Orajel
Got ’em scratchin’ their head, combin’ out broken nails
See I give ’em my love, but I’m an indian giver
Got my ear to the streets, I hear the enemy whisper
I break the bank with a sledgehammer
Cellphone rings like Saturn
Bitch let a nigga breathe, breathe like a dragon
I hide money everywhere, that’s my hidden talent
One time for them gangstas, fuck that, two times for them gangstas
If you got a problem, I’ll fix that like, yeah nigga I’m maintenance
Got a bad bitch and she anxious, bitch, you just an acquaintance
I’ll ask a rat, “Why be a rat?” then kill him while he explainin’
Tell your foot soldiers to walk light, handful of real niggas left
And if any nigga wanna step to me tell ’em hurry up and take bigger steps
My bitch deep, I get in depth, that’s what the fuck I’m talkin’ ’bout
She dyed her pussy hair red, she said she had to roll the red carpet out
That’s real
So real

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
Yeah, you know that I’ll always keep it real
You just need to chill, oh, oh
Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
I just gotta tell you how I feel, yeah, girl you gotta chill
Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
Yeah, girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill
Girl, you gotta chill

[Outro: French Montana & Justin Bieber]
Yeah, Tunechi
Shawty is you gon’ ride ’til it’s over? (Ride, ’til it’s over)
Man we gettin’ high, never sober (High, never sober)
Still ridin’ dirty ’til it’s over (haaan, ayy, ayy, ayy)

KILLY – Weather Change

[Intro]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Watch the weather change!

[Hook]
Watch the weather change
You don’t know my pain, we cannot relate
Three diamond rings, feel like Shabba Ranks
Watch the weather change
He pulled up in a coupe, I pulled up in a tank
Better know my name, I don’t play no games
I don’t pay for weed when I paid the price of fame
Know there’s no escape, can’t run away
This my every day, try to live this every day

[Verse 1]
You should be ashamed, looking like a stain
Trip to L.A, money make me sane
Woke up in L.A, now they call my name
Now they know my name when I walk up in the place
Walk in party late, lot on my plate
I just wanna eat, aye, feed the whole gang
Clock hits 12 and the sun goes down
And the goons come out
Couple people ridin wanna pass me
Reason why still I’m an athlete
Leave em in my trail, leave em dusty
Chasin on my tail like a track meet
Money comin plenty, money comin steady
Pockets so fat, heavy
Pockets tryna be hefty
My right hand started moving lefty
Started eatin good still on empty
Cause I got lots of friends that be enemies
That wanna follow me to get ahead of me

[Hook]
Watch the weather change
You don’t know my pain, we cannot relate
Three diamond rings, feel like Shabba Ranks
Watch the weather change
He pulled up in a coupe, I pulled up in a tank
Better know my name, I don’t play no games
I don’t pay for weed when I paid the price of fame
No there’s no escape, can’t run away
This my every day, try to live this every day

[Hook]
Watch the weather change
You don’t know my pain, we cannot relate
Three diamond rings, feel like Shabba Ranks
Watch the weather change
He pulled up in a coupe, I pulled up in a tank

[Outro]
My right hand started movin’ lefty
My right hand started movin’ lefty

Don Q – I Told You (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie) (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Bridge: Don Q]
You shoulda just listen, I told you
You left me on scene when I wrote you
Bitch you gon’ make me expose you
Don’t front on a nigga that know you
You doubted me from the beginning, so I had to really go get it and show you
It’s deeper than music, you really didn’t think I would do it back when I was local

[Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Don Q]
You shoulda just listen to me when I said it
Look at your face now you regret it
I wake up every morning and go get it
I know you hated how I never sweated you
I came up in a second
Jumpman on me they couldn’t check ’em
Hypeman on the stage with the weapon
100 thousand worth of Louie and credit
You shoulda just listen to me when I said it
I never responded to you but I read it
I got a bunch of diamonds on my necklace
I got a 100 thousand on my debit
You was supposed to be with me just countin’ up
But you wasn’t down enough
I’m drippin’ my jewelry is fountained upI choose bitches
I get them and pile ’em up

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Don Q]
All my niggas want the same shit
That’s what they who I came with
If I tell you how my day went, your probably change who you hang with
I like money conversations, nothing else really makes sense
I like money conversations, let’s go and rob a bank then
Let’s go and rob a bank, my money no limit I might go and buy a tank
Hop out in designer minks, my pinky ring went bigger than Shabba Ranks
All of the dirt we was doin’, the work we was movin’
Like what would my mama think
If she had seen all that left over residue stuck on the plate that’s behind the safe
Now I give a fuck what your honor think
I walk in the court with a pint of drank
To pay your ticket on some petty shit
250 in cash on some Fetty shit
Now where was you when I had hunger pain’s
Because of fame or love has changed
I’m twisted, I’m sippin’ on muddy rain
Got me takin’ any drugs to numb the pain

[Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Don Q]
You shoulda just listen to me when I said it
Look at your face now you regret it
I wake up every morning and go get it
I know you hated how I never sweated you
I came up in a second
Jumpman on me they couldn’t check ’em
Hypeman on the stage with the weapon
100 thousand worth of Louie and credit
You shoulda just listen to me when I said it
I never responded to you but I read it
I got a bunch of diamonds on my necklace
I got a 100 thousand on my debit
You was supposed to be when was just countin’ up
But you wasn’t down enough
I’m drippin’ my jewelry is fountained up
I choose bitches I get them and pile ’em up

[Verse 2: Don Q]
Can’t waste no time with these hoes nowadays
‘Cause they always comin’ with they hand out
I asked for the number, you curve me
But the bitch was quick to give her ‘Gram out
But you come to my section you drinkin’ my bottles and you was quick to pull your cam’ out
That’s why I’m quick to pull a Lamb out
Got ’em full, full of me ’cause I stand out
If it get cold it’s aight
You could get low and switch course on a flight, yeah, yeah
You turn a hoe into a wife, yeah, I turn away to a hoe for a night, yeah
Lil’ niggas got me started up, I promise they ain’t goin’ hard enough
You gon’ let me go load the Carbon up, these bullet holes in the party bus
Private jet me, I’m chartered up, choppas on me boy I’m Harley’d up
Couple thousands boy you hardly up, I could spend that when I go and hit Barney’s up
It takes a risk just to pay the rent, I could pay the stripper and then make it flip
Take a trip with no 8%, in my latest whip making haters sick
I jump in the Wraith and I make a wish, they squintin’ they eyes when I wave the wrist
My chain, and my ring, and my bracelet, so there ain’t no need for the flash when I take a pic
30 thousand keep the collar froze, gotta stay away from outta pocket hoes
They watchin’ and plottin’ on your pot of gold, I can’t even knock ’em, I know how it go

[Bridge: Don Q]
You shoulda just listen, I told you
You left me on seen when I wrote you
Bitch you gon’ make me expose you
Went from the nigga that know you
You doubted me from the beginning, so I had to really go get it and show you
It’s deeper than music, you really didn’t think I would do it back when I was local

[Hook 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Don Q]
You shoulda just listen to me when I said it
I never responded to you but I read it
I wake up every morning and go get it
I got a 100 thousand on my debit
You was supposed to be when was just countin’ up
But you wasn’t down enough
I’m drippin’ my jewelry is fountained up
I choose the bitches, I get them and pile ’em up

[Outro: Don Q]
You shoulda just listened, I told you

Emperor Ranks – What’cha Gonna Do? Lyrics

[Intro:]
If there is a problem, solve the problem!
People suffering, and nobody can solve the problem?
(We can solve it)
Look at the amount of money that the world has
What you robbing the people of?
Why?
Question up universal rights
Me, poor me, mi nuh know what a go happen, enuh Latifah
You now what’s happening to these people?
I don’t know what’s up either Shabba
Talk about it
A come on

What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
Who me? Yeah you!
Not me, not me, not me rude bwoy…., not me, not me
What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
Not me? Yeah you!
What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
Not me? Yeah you!

[Verse 1: Shabba Ranks]
What’cha gonna do, Shabba Ranks inna the area
Mix the Hip-Hop and the Reggae together
This is Shabba, a Reggae ambassador
Along with Queen Latifah who is a Hip-Hop mama
Shabba, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
Hold up on mi mic and chat the Dancehall too
R plus B, and the Hip-Hop too
Jazz, Rock & Roll, and Calypso crew
Dem to one
Mi nuh matter where the music is coming from
Music is here just to please everyone
Music is international communication
Tell them say!

[Hook:]
What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
Who me? Yeah you!
What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
Not me?

Mr. Shabba!
Money making Jamaican
Collecting checks, and cashing rec’s for Reggae he awakens
The word has got around about the titles you be taking
From homies who be faking, and practicing the moves of a snake and
All the streets are the day black and white
And give up
Hoes
One God, one tribe, feel the vibe that I
Throw your hands up in the air and keep ’em swinging
I’m sick and tired of letting cats win
And people putting bruises on my beautiful black skin
So I teach ’em a lesson through a Hip-Hop session
Let ’em know that Imma keep on steppin’
You don’t know me to judge me
And if you knew me, your thoughts wouldn’t budge me
Knowledge in the music is way to get through
And it also works for you
So what’cha gonna do?

Screw face people a monkey sample
Smile, pretty people, mek mi see your dimple
Screw face people a monkey sample
Nuh penetrate people who a penny evil

[Hook:]
What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
Who me? Yeah you!

[Verse 4: Shabba Ranks]
What’cha gonna do, Shabba Ranks inna the area
Mix the Hip-Hop and the Reggae together
Smile a while, and give your face a rest
Raise your hand to the one you love best
Smile a while, and give your face a rest
Raise your hand to the one you love best
Some cannot smile, wicked profile
Waan throw us problem pon the child
Some war-y, war-y, and love to oppress
Inna nuclear power them a invest
For the suffering child them don’t care a less

[Hook:]
So, what’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do
Who me? Not me? (yeah you) Yeah you!
What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do?
Who me? Not me? (yeah you) Yeah you!
What’cha gonna do, what’cha gonna do
Who me? Not me? (yeah you) Tell them say!

[Outro: Shabba Ranks]
What gonna do, Shabba Ranks inna the area
Mix the Hip-Hop and the Reggae together
It is Shabba, the Reggae ambassador
Along with Queen Latifah who is a Hip-Hop mama
Music forever
Sufferation, never
Be smart, be clever
Don’t approach the mega
It is Shabba, I’m the ram dance master
And Jamaica
Green, black, and gold is I man color
Red, black and green, that is another
So be smart and so be clever