Young Thug – The Promise Lyrics

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[Intro: Sample]
I hear the cry of an angel
I hear the scream of a man
I hear the cry of an angel
I hear the scream of a man who will stand strong
We got London On Da Track

[Verse 1]
Uh, I got London on the Track, baby
He might go jail for serving this crack, baby
Rich the Kid, we in the trap, baby
But he might be lucky ’cause he’ll serve all of these rappers, baby (Ah)
I’m sitting up high, I’m in the nose bleed (Ayy)
I got extendo under my extendo tee
Momma, I’m not gon’ let these niggas murk me
I’ll be damned if these Bloods let him hurt me
I think I see some blood, my baby hurt me
I swear to God I’m Herby Curby working
Lil mama super wet, I call her squirty
Like skeet skeet
That pussy retarded, I, I go the hardest, I
I, I, I nutted inside with the carbon, why
Why, why would you do this to me?
It hurts if it don’t seems
I’ma, I’ma block it out just by counting these knots
I’m just kidding, I think not
I’ma hold this weight down, even though it’s a lot
And I’ma take off on your nigga, no astronaut
And I’m the motherfucking man, I’m not no boy
And I got a playroom if you wanna see some toys
And I got extendo, look like I got two rods
And I got a 6 Plus, look like an iPod

[Bridge]
My kids go by uh, Jacob, Kyvion, Haiti, Hayden, Amir, Maury
And I swear to God I ain’t sorry, bitch
I got a maid that’ll watch ’em in the dark
And I got some sisters that’ll watch ’em like a guardian
Plus I got some elders that’ll watch ’em like a guard
It don’t matter if I leave, I know my bro gon’ do my part

[Verse 2]
Hey, hey, bitch come stumbling in my car
I’ll just terminate him, then I’ll leave him with a scar
I can’t be no hater, bitches gambling when in Vegas
I’d be bustin’ tomatoes if I was ever gated
Bitch, I know the business, I been nominated lately
I bust in her face, so yeah, she know that’s not my baby
Hey, I’ma cook them cakes no Easy Baker
We got something to get so we need that tow truck stable
Hey, bitches see these floors and get hot
Yes, I’m living it up, my bed in the sky
Yes, I heard you’re the king of the rock
But when I hit it like a hit stick I make it shock, yeah
Flip flop paint going down the street
Minks all on my floor, now that bitch look just like a sheep
Help me find love, help me find love, Stevie, I can’t see
I’m a snake, you know my tail stinging, plus I’m a Bee
I might turn you up if you get right, no Mama Dee
Yeah, no Mama Dee, but
I’m spitting so hard I might just lose my teeth (Woah)
Tree top, trill lil leaf (Hah)
Baby bought the Gerby
Feed her lobster, Kirby
I don’t trust you, no worry
Oops, I meant worthy
I know it’s kinda hard to get the
Words I’m saying, I’m steady praying, amen
Please forgive me for my sins, please twin
I don’t wanna be departed from you, you me and
You know I’m you
Hundred miles an hour, you control the coupe
Thank you for giving me these golds, no flute
Please make ’em understand that I ain’t no fruit
Please make ’em understand I only fuck coochie
Please forgive me for my sins
Please, please, please forgive me
All I wanna do is win
I don’t write so I don’t want the pen
I promise I’m in love with my kids
I’m thankful for everything I get
Lord knows that I take care of my kin
I promise I hope it never ends

[Outro: Sample]
I hear the cry of an angel
I hear the scream of a man

K. Forest – Link Lyrics

[Hook]
She got everything ’cause she bang with us
Hook her on the team, banging
She’a likkle a bad ting for the cameras
We got everything that you need
Need to bang with us
You could bang
You could bang with us
You could bang
You could bang with us
You could bang
You could bang
You could bang

[Verse 1]
Couple cactus flower in that panamera
Summertime, she need lotion with that Aloe Vera
She remind me of that cocaína
Speaking Spanish, play Selena
Now she got a new demeanour
I stay searching for the federale
‘Cause my clique is clique’d up
With Sudanese and Somalis
All the way from Haiti
Sak pasé to J.A
It’s a good Friday, okay I’m ’bout to link with dae-dae
You been blowing but I told you not to act like you got it
Cuz they pree just to see what you got and deposit
I can’t leave without it, the mula off Decatur
I been bout it, I been bout it, so don’t act like you got it
I feel it

[Hook]
She got everything ’cause she bang with us
Hook her on the team, banging
She’a likkle a bad ting for the cameras
We got everything that you need
Need to bang with us
You could bang
You could bang with us
You could bang
You could bang with us
You could bang
You could bang
You could bang

[Verse 2]
Since she bang with us
She turned dangerous, yeah
We know the runs already, ’cause that’s game to all us
Okay I’m here to fill the void
Anywhere I go I know they gonna jump for joy
Man they moving fishy, yeah
Have to dead the kois
Say I’m way too loud but I like the smell of the noise
Over here we never fear thangs
We don’t ever give our real names
Put her on, I put her on the team
Stack stack this money like, like you Cardi B

[Hook]
She got everything ’cause she bang with us
Hook her on the team, banging
She’a likkle a bad ting for the cameras
We got everything that you need
Need to bang with us
You could bang
You could bang with us
You could bang
You could bang with us
You could bang
You could bang
You could bang

Go Yayo – Infrared Lyrics

[Chorus]
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]
Draco came wit’ an infrared
Playin’ with the gang I’ll wet his head
Bang, bang, bang, I shoot him dead
Gang, gang, gang, Hood Fame, nigga, f**k the feds
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]
Draco came wit’ an infrared
Playin’ with the gang I’ll wet his head
Bang, bang, bang, I shoot him dead
Gang, gang, gang, Hood Fame, nigga, f**k the feds

[Verse 1]
f**k wit’ the boy that’s your neck
Money, power, bitch I been had respect
Drop off the work I pick up and collect
f**k yo’ plug, bitch I can front yo’ connect
I got a migo in Austin, his prices is awesome
He front me that work but it callin’
He hit me I act like I lost it
f**k around, go back and get the f**k nigga who bought it
Bitch I’m a scandal, I’m grimin’, I’m shiesty
I don’t give a f**k bout no nigga
f**k on yo’ bitch and I nut on yo’ pillow
I punch her and drill her she tell me you too sentimental
You want yo’ hoe back then come get her
You cuffin’ that bitch and I’m only in love with her dental
She give me her brain, her mental
That bitch super fine but no she not mine, she a rental
f**k nigga play I’ma skin him
I got that choppa you know I rock out with the tool out
Ran up that check, me and Jewop
Hood Fame the mafia, we don’t play games bitch we shoot out
Bitch we in this beef, we don’t stop
Wet up yo’ block, pop out hop out and we shoot off
Running from 12, we don’t do cops
Break off the coupe, too much [?] like my roof

[Chorus]
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]
Draco came wit’ an infrared
Playin’ with the gang I’ll wet his head
Bang, bang, bang, I shoot him dead
Gang, gang, gang, Hood Fame, nigga, f**k the feds
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]
Draco came wit’ an infrared
Playin’ with the gang I’ll wet his head
Bang, bang, bang, I shoot him dead
Gang, gang, gang, Hood Fame, nigga, f**k the feds

[Verse 2]
Fill up for a week I’m on addy, OG like my daddy
Pop up in big Bentley no Caddy
Big [?] who want static, AK automatic
We trap from the four down to Haiti
Bitch I’m in the hood like an engine
OG got no midget, bitch I got them birds like a pigeon
Been servin’ since juvie detention
They talk about dope in the city, I’m the nigga they missin’
I’m f**kin’ that bitch and you kissed her
She suckin’ my dick and you claiming that bitch is yo’ missus
Trap out her house, no permission
She tell me to quit, but we pay that bitch no attention
Cook up the dope, I remix it
Yo’ son on the floor, we wake him up make him do the dishes
Ain’t payin’ no rent, bitch I just want yo’ kitchen
f**k out my face, you get dick when I’m finished
They say I’m too selfish
Too much, I’m too extra
Yayo, you disrespectful
Give a damn bitch I can’t have you
Go dumb can’t help you
Slide a nigga ass like a debit
Pussy nigga better have a weapon
Balenciaga, better watch where you steppin’
Hood Fame the gang, bitch you know what I’m reppin’

[Chorus]
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]
Draco came wit’ an infrared
Playin’ with the gang I’ll wet his head
Bang, bang, bang, I shoot him dead
Gang, gang, gang, Hood Fame, nigga, f**k the feds
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]
Draco came wit’ an infrared
Playin’ with the gang I’ll wet his head
Bang, bang, bang, I shoot him dead
Gang, gang, gang, Hood Fame, nigga, f**k the feds

[Outro]
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]

Young Thug – I’ma Throw These Ones Lyrics

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[Intro]
Thugger!
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Thugger)
Yeah, yeah
Thugger (Let’s get it)

[Chorus]
I’ma pull up fresh like some saran on this bitch (And)
I just might wake up and drop some bands on a bitch (Yeah)
I just might wake up and drop some bands on a bitch (Woo)
And I hope you hearin’ what I’m sayin’ on a bitch (Yeah)
Fuck her when I’m sleepin’ like a xan on a dick (Ah)
Nigga legendary, yes, I can make you lit (Ah)
Geeked up out my mind and I’ma spazz on a bitch (Facts)
Fuck her hard like a savage (Yee)
I just dropped some bands on my mothafuckin’ bitch (Woo)
I’ma throw some ones if you can make it split (Yee, woo)
I’ma throw some ones if you can make it split (Yeehee), hey (Woo)
I’ma throw these ones if you can make it spli-i-i-it (Yee, woo)
Yeah, hey, hey, hey (Thugger, Thugger, baby)

[Verse 1]
I’ll toss your salad, yeah, yeah, yeah (Swear to God)
I’ma pull up cleaner than Bel Air (Skrrt)
I’ma pull up when she mad at yo’ ass just to make her stare (Woah)
Umm, pull up with a brown Louis bag with them racks in (Racks, ah)
Boy, you know I got some racks in there
And I done got rich, so they taxin’ there (Ah)
I’m a Haiti baby, I got nappy hair (Woo)
I done showed her mad love, so she happy now (Yeah, yeah)
And I’m for you, baby, you can bail (I’m so fresh)
Can’t be disloyal ’cause yo’ crew in there (Hey)
I used to pull up and just shoot in there (Now what?)
Now I pull up and I sue in there (Sue ’em)
Fuck a California ‘Rari
I just gave her 150 for the Dually now (Hee)
Oh, baby, I’m so sorry
Got a nigga main bitch [?] now
Drink Ac’, smoke hella weed
Put your hands in the air if you get hella cheese
Fettuccine, baby, fettuccine (Nigga)
Got a lot of Ms like I’m Mickey D’s

[Chorus]
I’ma pull up fresh like some saran on this bitch
I just might wake up and drop some bands on a bitch (Yeah)
I just might wake up and drop some bands on a bitch (Yeah)
And I hope you hearin’ what I’m sayin’ on a bitch
Fuck her when I’m sleepin’ like a xan on a dick
Nigga legendary, yes, I can make you lit
Geeked up out my mind and I’ma spazz on a bitch
Fuck her hard like a savage
I just dropped some bands on my mothafuckin’ bitch
I’ma throw some ones if you can make it split (Yeah, yeah)
I’ma throw some ones if you can make it split (Yeah), hey (Yeah)
I’ma throw these ones if you can make it spli-i-i-it (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, hey, hey, hey

[Verse 2]
(Yeah) I’m gettin’ high like
(Yeah) I’m flyin’ by like
(Yeah) And goodnight, bae
(Yeah, yeah) Don’t cry, bae
(Yeah) Shoot or die, bae
(Yeah) Shoot or die, bae (Woo)
(Yeah, yeah) [?] grey hair, I used some dye, bae
I’m just listenin’ to my high note
I’m gettin’ high on a high boat (Woah)
Put that dick in yo’ hot throat (Thugger)
‘Til you choke, oh
Don’t tease
New hunnids, blue cheese
Try me, nigga, please
Smoke yo’ ass like some seaweed (Brrrrt)
Nigga, class like a tie and I’ma shoot it all night, everybody in my eye, yeah
Niggas bitches screamin’ “Hi” every time I’m ridin’ by like a heaven in disguise, yeah
Boy, you gotta multiply, you can never divide, I
Owe some bitches in my ties
Which one I want, I can’t decide

[Chorus]
I’ma pull up fresh like some saran on this bitch
I just might wake up and drop some bands on a bitch
I just might wake up and drop some bands on a bitch
And I hope you hearin’ what I’m sayin’ on a bitch
Fuck her when I’m sleepin’ like a xan on a dick
Nigga legendary, yes, I can make you lit
Geeked up out my mind and I’ma spazz on a bitch
Fuck her hard like a savage
I just dropped some bands on my mothafuckin’ bitch
I’ma throw some ones if you can make it split (Yeah, yeah)
I’ma throw some ones if you can make it split (Yeah), hey (Yeah)
I’ma throw these ones if you can make it spli-i-i-it (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, hey, hey, hey

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Young Thug – Never Go Broke Lyrics

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[Intro]
Thugga, Muhfucka, heeey
Sound like some SS3 shit, ya digg
Free the goat you know what im saying
Free Roscoe!
Yak Gotti

[Verse 1]
Slatt, Gotti, Gotti, Gotti
Free Slatt Slatt Yak Gotti
If you know him you know he had a fucking timb
I miss you you gon make me cry a river (heey, yeah)
I want all these niggas gone
I want all of them come on home
I miss em and im so lonely
Free all the homies
Spend me some bands spend me some racks
Spend me some fetti guap cash spend me them bands
Nut in their hand go get a rag
I just blowed the bag on her didn’t wanna plan
If you will it just stick to em Stay turned lets go get to them
Fuck them haiti baby baby act like you ain’t shit to them
They only wanna come around you you better nog get shit to em
They only wanna come and use you and act like you kin to em
My momma didn’t hate my daddy didn’t raise ya hey
They know that im hot i need a fan-tasia
Right now im on top i look at your plan later
They know that im so not basic im not their cables

[Hook]
Im like I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I pray to god that
I, I, I, I, I save your life I, I, I, I, I pray to god that i never go broke
I, I dont wanna see nothing bout being broke
I swear to god forget my sins i dont want broke
I might just go to prison for im getting broke no joke no joke

[Verse 2]
B-R-O-K-E i dont wanna see that not ever ever oh no
And i know i sound like a brat and im not no brat but when you rich you act like that
They wan kill me but all of them rich niggas they feel me
But he gon kill me cause i take care every motherfucker around me
And they bill every monthly every year never bought they KennColes from good year i put ice on they neck and i pebble all of their lil ears this bitch so bad i won’t no trojan i made her rub me with this lotion take some from my bitch just to be an explosion and if you ain’t knew it now you know it

[Hook]
Im like I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I pray to god that
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I pray to god that i never go broke
I, I dont wanna see nothing bout being broke
I swear to god forget my sins i dont want broke
I might just go to prison for im getting broke no joke no joke
I won’t be broke 25x be broke broke broke i won’t be broke broke broke i won’t be broke broke broke i can’t spell broke broke broke no these not broke broke broke my rollie broke broke broke iced out his bro bro bro yeah yeah my dawg changed yo

[Verse 3]
And he’s iced out you can not get it if you broke and you cannot
You can’t run out of the spot nigga got Glocks yaaay
They got them sticks to send your ass way up to the moon
Rich lifestyle no broom fly Peter Pan in the room yeah
Free my nigga Gucci to hey Louboutaly Lucci woochie
I wan get ya bitch and get that coochie coochie
I just wanna get your daddy do em do em
I just wanna catch a small glue do it to em to em leave em fuck em broke soon smoke em leave em dead yeah bloody rack jack
Im on slauson for no reason with a spank yeah
We gon die bout this shit hey hey hey
Diamonds brazy diamonds fighting go to war imma buy that bitch lil boy ride that bitches like a bed up to the porsche
Put that bitch inside a 2000 car put that bitch inside a car with my big bro hey hey
Told em bring that bitch right back when it get dangerous
And i won’t dime with that bitch she owe me fund yeah
Or she could just bring me back my funds yeah
Ain’t no pussy nigga baby ain’t the one
Freestyle than geek nigga roll a bunch off pot and smoke some weed nigga
Private party at the the yo with 20 freaks nigga
Old lady straight G fly as a seagull nigga yeah
I got forty Thousand Adidas nigga
Evil i only just fuck the evil nigga
She gon drop them bitches like a beatle nigga yay

[Outro]
Rolling, SS3, on the way
Ah, ah, ah, ah, yeah

Reh Dogg – Save Family And Friend lyrics

(Intro)
Yo
OG back up in this bitch
Yeah
Yall hear me
Yo

(Verse)
Been doing this shit before you were born
Millennials need to remain calm yo
Yall sagging yall pants you need to look up the history
It came out from the jailhouse
Sagged your pants to show you want some dick
Yeah they pulled a train you asked for it
Now you scream to the warden bitch I was raped
In prison there’s no escape yo yall wearing tight skinny jeans
Looking like a LGBT queen transgender I don’t mean to be mean
But Lord tell me why please this sort of thing makes God cry
Social media live long yeah not for long
Cause yall falling off too far yall niggas take this shit too far
Look at some of these rappers out there yeah motherfucking queers

(Chorus) 2 times
Look at what this world’s gone through
Transgender and fems are the trend
God I know this world will end
Save a family and a friend

(Verse)
Started rapping in 99 developed my skills over time
Smooth like a vintage wine I’m here to stay so yall niggas don’t even waste my time
DMV in Cali yo it stands for Department of Mexican Voting
No I’m not racists I’m just telling you how it is and it is what it is
God is not dead to man but man is dead to God yeah
Don’t believe me then it’s certainly not for you to tell me anything
Haiti is a poor country some call it a shithole it’s not like it’s a known fact
Vacation there nigga you won’t come back

(Chorus) 2 times
Look at what this world’s gone through
Transgender and fems are the trend
God I know this world will end
Save a family and a friend

(Verse)
We can do the same rage don’t make me get savage
Lock you up in a cage not down with BLM I’m down with ALM
If you meant to visit planned parenthood kill many black in their neighborhood
Abortions rate for blacks are very high don’t believe me look up stats and tell me why
Some of yall are down with BBW not me I’m down with BTW across the southern border
What do I mean build the motherfucking wall bitch

(Chorus) 2 times
Look at what this world’s gone through
Transgender and fems are the trend
God I know this world will end
Save a family and a friend

Kodak Black – Projectbaby (Freestyle)

[Verse 1]
Young nigga totin’ the rod
You would think a nigga fishing
Young nigga but I’m different
Young nigga..
I came from rags to riches
Young nigga, yea I’m different
I came from rags to riches
I came from rags to riches, video vixen bitches
And I’m shifting
And I’m drifting
Yea I got the [?], I got the stick on me right now catch a pussy nigga slippin’
He like [?] dripping blood
That’s my brother, John Wicks is blood
He a sniper but he be like call me papi
Nigga my nigga just caught a elbow, call him Rocky
Rocky Balboa
I’m goin’ hard in the paint, I’m goin’ hard in the Range
Just bought another Range
I just bought my brother a lil’ train
I just bought my brother a lil’ train, yea
Cuz it’s Christmas
I ain’t never get nun for Christmas
Rocking this blue, but I ain’t crippin’
Rocking this red, but I ain’t blood
Nigga this Haiti, it’s independent
All these mollies got a nigga trippin’
All this gonorrhea got a nigga trippin’
Drop a nigga like diarrhea when he drippin’
Run up on him, then I tip him
Free lil’ flippa, I’ll run up on him then I flip him
Catch a nigga, Ima kill him
Catch a nigga, Ima hit him
Catch a lil’ nigga, Ima flip him, yea
Catch a lil’ nigga, Ima kill him, yea
Put that nigga in the dirt
Fresh to death, and I’ll killed the scene, nigga I pulled out and put it on a shirt, yea
I’m walking when I’m stepping when I’m bleeding, I might need a nurse
Keep it running
I’m walking when I’m stepping when I’m bleedng, I might need a nurse
And I’m bleeding concrete, yea
That’s all in my IV, yea
That’s all in my body, yea
Say rats don’t shit
Rats don’t shit
I’m in this shit for a living
I’m in this shit for longevity
I’m on this shit for long term
I’m on this shit for longevity
Shoutout [?]
And I’m smoking, eating edibles
Smoking cookies and I’m eating edibles
I eat her lil’ pussy cuz that is so edible
They knock him off if I tell them too
They knock him off if I say so
Young nigga I got pesos
Play with that pussy but not with your heart
Play with that pussy like clay dough
Play with that pussy like Play-Doh
I just want it more like Klay though
My nigga they kill if I tell to
My nigga they kill you if I tell ’em to
My nigga they kill you if I say so
They knock you off if I tell ’em too
I was selling them slabs on the avenue
I was selling the slabs on the block dawg
1800 that’s my block dawg
Get your block knocked off, yea
I’m freestyling right now, this shit right here off the top
This shit right here off the top dawg
This shit right here off the top, yah
This shit is right off from my noggin
Then I just licking the coffee
I woke up, I’m licking the coffee
Lick the coffee off from off my hand
Lick the coffee right up off my hand
Lick the coffee, yea
I lick the coffee like molly san tan
Lick the coffee, molly san tan
Lick the coffee right up off my hand
Lick the coffee right up off my hand
Wake up and I smell the cheddar, yea
Got out of jail and now I’m back and I’m better
I’m better than ever, I’m better than ever, ya man
Sticks in the trunk, I’m feeling like an elephant
I feel like an elephant
All this Haitian [?], I be looking like a red man
[?]
Ain’t doin’ no stressing man
Yea, I’m the reverend
Yea, I’m the reverend
On the court, in these streets like fuck the judge
I’m on the court in these streets like fuck the jury
I came up snatching jewelry
Came up off of snatchin’ jewelry
Now I be baggin’ niggas
Now I be wackin’ niggas
Straight up toe tag a nigga
I ain’t never had a daddy nigga
I ain’t never had no pops, yea
I ain’t never had no heart, yea
Nigga, I’ll slay my pops
Nigga I’ll kill my dawg
Nigga I’ll kill your daughter, yea
Nigga I’ll kill your mama them
Yea, yea, yea nigga you better go and tell your uncle them
Yea, lil’ Kodak I’m from the projects
Yea, lil’ Kodak I’m a got damn zombie
Lil’ Kodak I’m a got damn zombie
Lil’ Kodak I’m a got damn zombie
Nigga I’m a grim reaper
I never learned my lesson, somebody didn’t need a teacher
Fuck the school yea, and fuck the teacher
Young nigga, yea I got paper
You’ll need a damn calculator
Just to match up this cheddar yea
So you can match up this cheddar yea
So you can match up this cheddar yea
Flyer than a desert eagle, and I’m totin’ Beretta’s yea
And I’m dancing with the devil, yea
Dreads in my head, yea they be looking like devil horns

Action Bronson – The Chairman’s Intent (At Webster Hall) (Live)

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah yeah, ah
Ah-ha
It’s me, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yo, these sixteen bars cost sixteen cars
Kiss these balls, bitch, we stars
Fuck that shit, you ain’t hot like Prince
You got little shine, but not like this
Time crumbles when the jet black M5 rumbles
All from what I did last summer?
But motherfuckers forget
Till I’m back up on the set
Every motherfucking jump shot wet
Same outfit every day like a cartoon (that’s me!)
Uh, they’ll never find you in a shark suit
And there will never be a part two
Shit, you’re looking at some motherfucking art, boo

[Verse 2]
Two pumps from the inhaler got me feeling like Morris Taylor
Two kisses on the cheek for my tailor
I got the soul of an Amazon Healer
Better be sure to put them cameras on
Turn dreams into real shit
Yeah, I might be sick
Sitting cross-eyed, I’m likely lit
Draw blood, I’m already made
But little man will cut your face like wedding cake

[Chorus]
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me

[Bridge]
Switch a maze on these bitches like, whoop
Switch a maze on these bitches like, whoop
Watch the fifth wheel fall
From this top floor view, I can see it all
Yeah, man
From this top floor view, I can see it all

[Verse 3]
Uh, I started clapping when the chef brought the duck to the table
Uh, that shit was shining like an angel
I never trust a dude named ‘Angel’
Long sleeved 4/5th’s, turn them into an angel
Sky opened up and down came me
Young AB, flowing in a Jag from the 80s
Tanned like I just left Haiti
Looking like I had mad plastic surgery
They turned Bam Bam Chinese
And that’s fine by me
Shit, I need some time to realign my Chi
So bitch please pass that [?]
Before I get upset. homie

[Chorus]
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me

Summer – TastyTreat lyrics

Lyrics Tastytreat – Summer

This feel like 32 with the boo
Crush sippin’ red and blue
Slush till my brain freeze
This feel like barbecue
Party, pools, Uncles who
Say it’s way hotter out in Haiti
It smells like sugar-coated memories
No pictures please, eyes remember in HD
It tastes like sweat dripping
Drunk kisses, smudged lipstick
Dumb water fights gone crazy.(summer)

Booty shorts
Bikini tops
Feel the thirst
It’s really hot
Fan myself
Milly rock
Pray a little wind bless up the city block
Good girls
Pretty flock
They want bad boys so we diddy bop
Making Bands
Silly gwop
Having fun nonstop, No.

Summer don’t leave
Summer don’t go
f*ck back to school I don’t study no mo
Montreal winters just f*ckin too cold
Too snowy, too cold, no
Summer don’t leave
Summer don’t go
f*ck back to school I don’t study no mo
Montreal winters just f*ckin too cold
Too snowy, too cold, no
Summer don’t leave.

Summeeer don’t you leave me, don’t you say you’ll leave me baby. (x4)

Summeeer juice
Marinate
When life gives forbidden fruit, make some lemonade
Enjoy your youth
Celebrate
Shades on, still ain’t seen no better days.

Let’s take advantage of the heat while the sun is close
Beach sippin’ rhum & coke, speech, here’s another toast
Let’s pray the weather stays forever like the the other coast
Versuri-lyrics.info
Southern folks
f*ckin joke
Love to hope.

Summeeer don’t leave
Summeeer don’t go
f*ck back to school I don’t study no mo
Montreal winters just f*ckin too cold
Too snowy, too cold, no
Summeeer don’t leave
Summeeer don’t go
f*ck back to school I don’t study no mo
Montreal winters just f*ckin too cold
Too snowy, too cold, no
Summeeer don’t leave.

Summeeer don’t you leave me, don’t you say you’ll leave me babyyy. (x4)
Tastytreat lyrics
Video TastyTreat

Kodak Black – Change My Ways (Project Baby 2 Album)

[Intro]
Dawg, I swear dawg
It’s like I, like I got a whole ‘nother soul and shit
You know what I’m sayin’?

[Chorus]
I need a baby to keep me sedated
I need to change the lil ways I be thinkin’
I can’t keep runnin’ my people, I’m crazy
I can’t keep goin’ to jail, that’s fugazi
Ain’t no more fraud, now I’m legally bankin’
Nevada won’t even accept me in Vegas
You can’t keep runnin’ ’round here like you made it
That was an accident, you got my baby
I need a baby to keep me sedated
I need to change the lil ways I be thinkin’
I can’t keep runnin’ my people, I’m crazy
I can’t keep goin’ to jail, that’s fugazi
Ain’t no more fraud, now I’m legally bankin’
Nevada won’t even accept me in Vegas
You can’t keep runnin’ ’round here like you made it
That was an accident, you got my baby

[Verse 1]
I got my grandma a mansion in Haiti
I feel like we still be goin’ through salvery
I need a coolant off all of these drugs
I be to quick reachin’ out for my gun
I hope my son don’t turn out to a thug
I know that gangster shit run in his blood
My baby mama keep listenin’ to punks
They tellin’ her to go after my funds
They hate that people be showing me love
I got more money then any of ’em, I’m young
Harriet Tubman, I’m still on the run
I’m thinkin’ ’bout all of the shit that I done
I’m tryna cover my dirt
I put in so much work
Sniper Gang, this ain’t a business
Sniper Gang, this how I’m living
I need to change how I’m living
I think I’m way too comitted
When I ain’t thuggin’ I miss it
My trigger finger be itching

[Chorus]
I need a baby to keep me sedated
I need to change the lil ways I be thinkin’
I can’t keep runnin’ my people, I’m crazy
I can’t keep goin’ to jail, that’s fugazi
Ain’t no more fraud, now I’m legally bankin’
Nevada won’t even accept me in Vegas
You can’t keep runnin’ ’round here like you made it
That was an accident, you got my baby
I need a baby to keep me sedated
I need to change the lil ways I be thinkin’
I can’t keep runnin’ my people, I’m crazy
I can’t keep goin’ to jail, that’s fugazi
Ain’t no more fraud, now I’m legally bankin’
Nevada won’t even accept me in Vegas
You can’t keep runnin’ ’round here like you made it
That was an accident, you got my baby

[Verse 2]
I think I’m losing my conscience
I pray to god that I find it
I used to pop too much mollies
I think it fucked up my noggin
All I be thinkin’ about it
I need to stay out the projects
‘Cause all of my niggas be wylin’
I don’t know where I’d be without it
How I’ma stay out the projects?
When that’s where I got all my knowledge
Remember we used to be robbin’
But now he don’t like how I’m striving
No Bud, I ain’t drinkin’ no beer
Every day I’m getting wiser
I’m happy I got away solid
E picked me up when I shot him
I had to ditch all the sliders
I need to change my surroundings
I’m tryna be a lil calmer
I can’t go back to the bottom

[Chorus]
I need a baby to keep me sedated
I need to change the lil ways I be thinkin’
I can’t keep runnin’ my people, I’m crazy
I can’t keep goin’ to jail, that’s fugazi
Ain’t no more fraud, now I’m legally bankin’
Nevada won’t even accept me in Vegas
You can’t keep runnin’ ’round here like you made it
That was an accident, you got my baby
I need a baby to keep me sedated
I need to change my lil ways I be thinkin’
I can’t keep runnin’ my people, I’m crazy
I can’t keep goin’ to jail, that’s fugazi
Ain’t no more fraud, now I’m legally bankin’
Nevada won’t even accept me in Vegas
You can’t keep runnin’ ’round here like you made it
That was an accident, you got my baby

Action Bronson – The Chairman’s Intent (On Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah yeah, ah
Ah-ha
It’s me, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yo, these sixteen bars cost sixteen cars
Kiss these balls, bitch, we stars
Fuck that shit, you ain’t hot like Prince
You got little shine, but not like this
Time crumbles when the jet black M5 rumbles
All from what I did last summer?
But motherfuckers forget
Till I’m back up on the set
Every motherfucking jump shot wet
Same outfit every day like a cartoon (that’s me!)
Uh, they’ll never find you in a shark suit
And there will never be a part two
Shit, you’re looking at some motherfucking art, boo

[Verse 2]
Two pumps from the inhaler got me feeling like Morris Taylor
Two kisses on the cheek for my tailor
I got the soul of an Amazon Healer
Better be sure to put them cameras on
Turn dreams into real shit
Yeah, I might be sick
Sitting cross-eyed, I’m likely lit
Draw blood, I’m already made
But little man will cut your face like wedding cake

[Chorus]
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me

[Bridge]
Switch a maze on these bitches like, whoop
Switch a maze on these bitches like, whoop
Watch the fifth wheel fall
From this top floor view, I can see it all
Yeah, man
From this top floor view, I can see it all

[Verse 3]
Uh, I started clapping when the chef brought the duck to the table
Uh, that shit was shining like an angel
I never trust a dude named ‘Angel’
Long sleeved 4/5th’s, turn them into an angel
Sky opened up and down came me
Young AB, flowing in a Jag from the 80s
Tanned like I just left Haiti
Looking like I had mad plastic surgery
They turned Bam Bam Chinese
And that’s fine by me
Shit, I need some time to realign my Chi
So bitch please pass that [?]
Before I get upset. homie

[Chorus]
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me

The Chairman s Intent – Action Bronson lyrics

Lyrics Action Bronson – The Chairman s intent

Yo, these sixteen bars cost sixteen cars
Kiss these balls, b***h, we stars
f*ck that s**t, you ain’t hot like Prince
You got little shine, but not like this
Time crumbles when the jet black M5 rumbles
All from what I did last summer?
But motherf*ckers forget
Till I’m back up on the set
Every motherf*cking jump shot wet
Same outfit every day like a cartoon (that’s me!)
Uh, they’ll never find you in a shark suit
And there will never be a part two
S**t, you’re looking at some motherf*cking art, boo.(the chairman s intent)

Two pumps from the inhaler got me feeling like Morris Taylor
Two kisses on the cheek for my tailor
I got the soul of an Amazon Healer
Better be sure to put them cameras on
Turn dreams into real s**t
Yeah, I might be sick
Sitting cross-eyed, I’m likely lit
Draw blood, I’m already made
But little man will cut your face like wedding cake.

You don’t even know me. (x4)

Switch a maze on these bitches like, whoop
Switch a maze on these bitches like, whoop
Watch the fifth wheel fall
From this top floor view, I can see it all
Yeah, man versuri-lyrics.info
From this top floor view, I can see it all.

Uh, I started clapping when the chef brought the duck to the table
Uh, that s**t was shining like an angel
I never trust a dude named ‘Angel’
Long sleeved 4/5th’s, turn them into an angel
Sky opened up and down came me
Young AB, flowing in a Jag from the 80s
Tanned like I just left Haiti
Looking like I had mad plastic surgery
They turned Bam Bam Chinese
And that’s fine by me
S**t, I need some time to realign my Chi
So b***h please pass that ..
Before I get upset homie.

You don’t even know meee. (x4)
Action Bronson lyrics
Video intent

The Chairman’s Intent

Lyrics to ‘The Chairman’s Intent’ by Action Bronson:

Yeah
Yeah yeah, ah
Ah-ha
It’s me, yeah

Young

–Verse 1–
These sixteen bars
Cost sixteen cars
Kiss these balls
Bitch, we stars
Fuck that shit you ain’t hot like Prince
You got little shine, but not like this
Time crumbles when the jet black M5 rumbles
Or from what I did last summer?
But motherfuckers forget
Till I’m back up on the set
Every motherfucking jump shot wet
Say [?] every day like a cartoon
Uh, they’ll never find you in a shark suit
And there will never be a part two
Shit, you’re looking at some motherfucking art boo

–Verse 2–
Two pumps from the inhaler got me feeling like Morris [?]
Two kisses on the cheek for my tailor
I got the soul of an Amazon Healer
Better be sure to put them cameras on
Turn dreams into real shit
Yeah I might be sick
Sitting cross-eyed, I’m likely lit
Draw blood, I’m a [?]
But little man will cut your face like wedding cake

–Chorus–
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me

Switch a maze on these bitches like, whoop
Switch a maze on these bitches like, whoop
Watch the fifth wheel fall
From this top floor view, I can see it all
Yeah man
From this top floor view, I can see it all

–Verse 3–
Uh, I started clapping when the chef brought the duck to the table
Uh, that shit was shining like an angel
I never trust a dude named ‘Angel’
Long sleeved 4/5th’s, turn them into an angel
Sky opened up and down came me
Young AB, flowing in a Jag from the eighties
Tanned like I just left Haiti
Looking like I had mad plastic surgery
They turned Bam Bam Chinese
And that’s fine by me
Shit, I need some time to realign my Chi
So bitch please pass that [?]
Before I get upset

–Chorus–
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me

Dj Khaled – That Range Rover Came With Steps Lyrics (feat. Future & Yo Gotti)

DJ KHALED
That Range Rover Came With Steps Lyrics (feat. Future & Yo Gotti)

f**k!
f**kin lawsuits nigga
We the Best Music!

Murder rate, murder rap nigga
Real shit, Pluto
Grants, Jacksons, Franklins, got ’em
DJ Khaled!

f**ked the DA on my way here
I made some millions on my way here nigga
I seen your comment on my way here
I laughed my ass off on my way here nigga
Bentayga with the brain bust open
That new Mulsanne got the brain bust open
Play them racks like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar
Load my gun, cock it back and then I push start
I can’t name how many times they tried to clone me
I can’t name all the names that tried to clone me
This dirty money help me see the double
Sidity thots, know they ain’t forever
My trials and tribulations playing out on blogs
Spend three hundred thousand or better, that’s on all the cars
The Maybach park itself, nigga
That Range Rover came with steps, nigga
Electric tables in the back, I’m eating filet mignon
He been 44’n all year, I put that Rollie on
Trapping good all year, put the Rollie on
They parading in the streets, you gotta keep a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga, know he dumb
The murder rate going up nigga
I done ran this check up nigga
Get hit up from the neck up nigga, yeah
The goyard looking like a graveyard
Murder money, I’m in love with murder money
Old friends of me turned into my enemy
My money and fame changes niggas into enemies
All my hard work and lonely nights no sympathy
Want to send a hit but too far in the industry
I feel your energy, I know you niggas envy me
They rep the gang that bangin’ it out in penitentiary
I watch the shit come out your mouth and it’s finicky
I’m tryna love you but I doubt I’ll scream infinity
With these billions on my mind, it’s hard to be cohesive
Gettin’ that A-Rod money like I hit the needle
Keep a spanish mamacita like a Fanta liter
And I gave ’em all dope and they pissed off
Got my lil Haiti babies waiting so they can wack ya
I got my Memphis Ten niggas waiting to jack ya
I got some DC niggas waiting to kidnap ya
I got the clappers, finessers and the trappers
Before the rap change, you gotta go dap em
Don’t forget to look at niggas when they after ya

I told Future I can see the future
Told my bitch I love you ‘fore I knew you
I know I’m blessed nigga, hallelujah (I’m grateful)
And if you diss me then I might shoot ya (brrrrt)
You don’t f**k with me, the feeling mutual (f**k you)
Half these rap niggas owe they jeweler (f**k ’em)
I was selling keys to success
I was coppin’ keys outta Texas
New Wraith with the stars in it
New Porsche, condo, living room cars in it
Ace of Spades with the Percocet and bars in it
Young shooters, real soldiers put they heart in it
Let’s talk ’bout all this money we make and all these niggas they hatin’
Let’s talk ’bout runnin’ that bag up fast cause we ain’t got no patience
Let’s talk ’bout poppin’ strips and Xans like we’re patients
And them fed’s allegations will have you pacin’
Million dollar dope boy, I gotta be grateful
You tryna get that 100 mil’, I’ma race you
Dope boy, I ain’t never wanna be a rap nigga
Billboard reporter LA Reid just signed a trap nigga
New York Times read Jay Z just signed a trap nigga
Kitchen like it’s Thursday, you heard? Might bring it back nigga
You f**kin’ the money up if I’m being honest
Gotta be grateful, I never break the promise, I know my plug love me
I know my bitch hate me, I heard my hood salty
I tried to tell ’em it ain’t my fault, it’s just my blessings called me
But since they hatin’ on an nigga I’ma keep ballin’
And I ain’t textin’ that bitch back because she keep stallin’
If she ain’t f**kin first night then she just miss her callin’
f**k a plea, I’m goin’ to trial, poker face, I’m all in
Patek Philippe, AP, 40 mil’, I’m all in
Plug hit my line I act like I ain’t see ’em callin’
I worked so hard for mine I’m tryna get some free bands
I’m the king of the city, my house Graceland
No respect for rappers, they respect the coke man
That’s why your favorite rapper actin’ like the dope man nigga

DJ Khaled – That Range Rover Came With Steps (feat. Future & Yo Gotti) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
Fuck!
Fuckin’ lawsuits nigga
We the Best Music!
Murder rate, murder rap nigga
Real shit, Pluto
Grants, Jacksons, Franklins, got ’em
DJ Khaled!

[Verse 1: Future]
Fucked the DA on my way here
I made some millions on my way here nigga
I seen your comment on my way here
I laughed my ass off on my way here nigga
Bentayga with the brain bust open
That new Mulsanne got the brain bust open
Play them racks like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar
Load my gun, cock it back and then I push start
I can’t name how many times they tried to clone me
I can’t name all the names that tried to clone me
This dirty money help me see the devil
Sidity thots, know they ain’t forever
My trials and tribulations playing out on blogs
Spend three hundred thousand or better, that’s on all the cars
The Maybach park itself, nigga
That Range Rover came with steps, nigga
Electric tables in the back, I’m eating filet mignon
He been 44’n all year, I put that Rollie on
Trapping good all year, put the Rollie on
They parading in the streets, you gotta keep a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga, know he dumb
The murder rate going up nigga
I done ran this check up nigga
Get hit up from the neck up nigga, yeah
The Goyard looking like a graveyard
Murder money, I’m in love with murder money
Old friends of me turned into my enemy
My money and fame changes niggas into enemies
All my hard work and lonely nights no sympathy
Want to send a hit but too far in the industry
I feel your energy, I know you niggas envy me
They rep the gang that bangin’ it out in penitentiary
I watch the shit come out your mouth and it’s finicky
I’m tryna love you but I doubt I’ll scream infinity
With these billions on my mind, it’s hard to be cohesive
Gettin’ that A-Rod money like I hit the needle
Keep a spanish mamacita like a Fanta liter
And I gave ’em all dope and they pissed off
Got my lil Haiti babies waiting so they can wack ya
I got my Memphis Ten niggas waiting to jack ya
I got some DC niggas waiting to kidnap ya
I got the clappers, finessers and the trappers
Before the rap change, you gotta go dap em
Don’t forget to look at niggas when they after ya

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I told Future I can see the future
Told my bitch I love you ‘fore I knew you
I know I’m blessed nigga, hallelujah (I’m grateful)
And if you diss me then I might shoot ya (brrrrt)
You don’t fuck with me, the feeling mutual (fuck you)
Half these rap niggas owe they jeweler (fuck ’em)
I was selling keys to success
I was coppin’ keys outta Texas
New Wraith with the stars in it
New Porsche, condo, living room cars in it
Ace of Spades with the Percocet and bars in it
Young shooters, real soldiers put they heart in it
Let’s talk ’bout all this money we make and all these niggas they hatin’
Let’s talk ’bout runnin’ that bag up fast cause we ain’t got no patience
Let’s talk ’bout poppin’ strips and Xans like we’re patients
And them fed’s allegations will have you pacin’
Million dollar dope boy, I gotta be grateful
You tryna get that 100 mil’, I’ma race you
Dope boy, I ain’t never wanna be a rap nigga
Billboard reporter LA Reid just signed a trap nigga
New York Times read Jay Z just signed a trap nigga
Kitchen like it’s Thursday, you heard? Might bring it back nigga
You fuckin’ the money up if I’m being honest
Gotta be grateful, I never break the promise, I know my plug love me
I know my bitch hate me, I heard my hood salty
I tried to tell ’em it ain’t my fault, it’s just my blessings called me
But since they hatin’ on an nigga I’ma keep ballin’
And I ain’t textin’ that bitch back because she keep stallin’
If she ain’t fuckin first night then she just miss her callin’
Fuck a plea, I’m goin’ to trial, poker face, I’m all in
Patek Philippe, AP, 40 mil’, I’m all in
Plug hit my line I act like I ain’t see ’em callin’
I worked so hard for mine I’m tryna get some free bands
I’m the king of the city, my house Graceland
No respect for rappers, they respect the coke man
That’s why your favorite rapper actin’ like the dope man nigga

Haiti – Kodak Black feat. John Wicks lyrics

Lyrics Kodak Black – Haiti

I’mma take a nigga to Haiti. (x2)

I’m a Rolling Stone would ya roll along
I’m a Rolling Stone would ya roll along
I been on the road you been sittin’ home
I been on the go you been holdin on
I’mma rock and roll would ya roll along
Papi gained a bowl, watch me overflow
I’mma take a nigga to Haiti
I’mma take a nigga to Haiti.

Look, I’mma take a nigga to Haiti
And I won’t stop by the old lady
When I jump up in the coupe I go crazy
I be pullin’ up, blue Audi A3
You ain’t getting to the loot boy you lazy
She crazy, she wanna have my baby
If you pullin out the strap better spray it
That my brother on the track we related
I’m pullin back you niggas, big faces
Yea I act how I want cuz I made it (yup, yup)
If my nigga rock I’mma roll ya (yup, yup)
She ain’t never been wit a zoe
I’m booted up, playing with your nose
Papi take a kilo on a boat ya
She heard I’m from the ‘no she like oh ya
You ain’t from the Ugly Corner so don’t go there
Rock and Roll if you wanna versuri-lyrics.info
Rock and Roll s**t I’m f*cking up the hotel
I love my niggas cuz my niggas know me so well
She say she fell in love wit me baby oh well.

I’m a Rolling Stone would ya roll along
I’m a Rolling Stone would ya roll along
I been on the road you been sittin’ home
I been on the go you been holdin on
I’mma rock and roll would ya roll along
Papi gained a bowl, watch me overflow
I’mma take a nigga to Haiti
I’mma take a nigga to Haiti.

I’mma do this one for Haiti
I’mma hold do this down no eighty.

I’m a Rolling Stone would ya roll along
I’m a Rolling Stone would ya roll along
I been on the road you been sittin’ home
I been on the go you been holdin on
I’mma rock and roll would ya roll along
Papi gained a bowl, watch me overflow
I’mma take a nigga to Haiti
I’mma take a nigga to Haitiii.
Kodak Black lyrics
Video Kodak Black

YFN Lucci – Heartless (feat. Rick Ross & Bigga Rankin)

[Intro: YFN Lucci]
Growin’ up, my mama explained the difference between fame and notoriety
See fame is when people know you
Notoriety is when people know your work
And notoriety leave a legacy
When they talk about us
When they talk about big arrangements
When they talkin’ ’bout Lucci
When they talkin’ ’bout TIG
Some will hate, some will cheer
All will know one thing
My nigga Nut, we came and changed the music biz forever

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heatless, heartless, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Oh hell nah, ain’t no pressure ’bout no beef, we gon’ air shit out
I got your bitch and she tellin’ me all your where about’s
Loadin’ this K, I can’t wait to go and spray one out
Uh-huh, I been hustlin’ all day tryna get that cake up out it
All day, all day, I been ridin’ it with it all day
It ain got no safe, it ain’t got no safe, ayy
Y’all niggas play it safe, we gon; hit your safe, ayy
I got niggas in MIA and they’ll hit your face
Uh, uh , I been a thug all my life, wanted a plug all my life
We had to move around with them pipes, we had to shoot it out some nights
Ain’t no pressure ’bout no beef, know we love dinner
Fuck nigga, don’t make me put a slug in ’em

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heatless, heartless, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
We located and got a bigger palace on the water
Pull up to club, I toss valet a couple hunnid
Women in abundance, I got to fuck ’em by appointments
Pray that bundle come from Haiti, I’ma give you what you wanted
I fucked her in the park, now we fuckin’ on the jet
You fuckin’ with my squad, I’ma put that shit to rest
Studied all these niggas ;cause this life is just a test
I need my hunnit million, you can’t tell me nothing less
They gave my nigga 10 the lawyer, say he did the best
These streets ain’t where you wanna be and Rozay told you that
The only natural talent niggas had was being violent
If a nigga take my life, I pray he see me smilin’, boss

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heatless, heartless, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

Wyclef Jean – The Ring (J’ouvert Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro]
It’s been 7 years, man. I left at the height of my career, man and I’m coming back. It’s like I’m starting all over again. It don’t matter what I did before, man. This the music business, man. You’re only as hot as your last hit. Everybody like, "Yo, can he get another ring?"

[Hook]
100 million records, all the work I put in
All they wanna know is will I get another ring, yeah
Will I get another win
All they wanna know is will I get another ring

[Verse 2]
The smile in my face, behind my back, they hate us
But like Bernie Mac said, I ain’t scared of you motherfuckers
Little Haiti to Sicily, Big Pun, he was a friend to me
Fat Joe, he called me literally, put me on a track instantly
Caribbean connection put me all the way up
What goes up must go down, so Thugga picked me up
Ay, that’s what I call that street cred
Take your chance in the lobby, you gon’ meet those old dreads
Chef [?], me and Khaled go back
So far back, boy shottas, man, he had a 6 pack
And I’m back on the tribe on a quest to go harder
So hard, you gon’ think I’m all 3 Carters
Why haters wanna doubt that I’m Luke with the Force
Man, they kids got the scores, screamin’ too much hot sauce

[Hook]
100 million records, all the work I put in
All they wanna know is will I get another ring, yeah
Will I get another win
All they wanna know is will I get another ring

[Verse 2]
A And the A stand for Alpha and Omega
B And the B stand for Bury You, that’s what I’m known to do to rappers
C C stands for Chance, once you take, regard your shit
DEF, is the squad, boy, read my lips
GH, General from Haiti, make my day
I stood in my jeans, in front of that ‘K’
And for me to take a L, it’s gon’ take MN
What’s that? Mother Nature with them strong winds
And oh, my Peace Productions like the Q
As in Quincy when he did that Thriller, Michael Jackson blew
And this is who we are, STU
Abbreviation for the studio, I kill it in the booth
And the V, be very careful when you watchin’ shottas
The W could turn to her and that’s murder for hire
By the window, light X, don’t ask why
I ain’t takin’ no Zs ’cause the clan’s outside

[Hook]
100 million records, all the work I put in
All they wanna know is will I get another ring, yeah
Will I get another win
All they wanna know is will I get another ring

[Verse 3]
Bean me up Scottie, I’m on that antidote
That Broccoli D.R.A.M gave me got me movin’ slow mo’
This big, I’m countin’ my blessings like I’m Sean
See the Future with my Jimmy Hendrix shades on
Haters wanna doubt and thought that I forgot my scales
That’s like I am Mike forgettin’ he trainin’ [?]
Vic hit me on the Jag, told me he mad
Wiz Khalifa paper plane’ll have you feel glad

[Hook]
100 million records, all the work I put in
All they wanna know is will I get another ring, yeah
Do I rap or will I sing?
All they wanna know is will I get another ring
Oh, I’ma get another ring
Oh, I’ma get another ring
From my mouth to God, aye
We gon’ get another ring
We gon’ get another ring
I’ma get another win
We gon’ get another ring