Kyrie Irving Attends Nets Game With GF After Being Barred From Playing Due To Vaccine Mandate

Kyrie Irving Attends Nets Game With GF After Being Barred From Playing Due To Vaccine Mandate

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The NBA superstar attended his own team’s game sitting courtside and maskless as fans freaked out over social media.

Brooklyn Nets player Kyrie Irving caused quite a commotion when he attended his team’s basketball game against the New York Knicks on Sunday (March 13) at Barclays Center in New York City. The star guard, who remains unable to play home games due to his unvaccinated status and the city’s private sector vaccine mandate, sat maskless courtside with his fiancé Marlene “Golden” Wilkerson. The pair were able to show up for the game as spectators because of the city’s new policies — but as a private employee of the arena, Kyrie is still barred from playing there.

Kyrie Irving caused vaccination mandate drama after attending his team’s NBA basketball game as a spectator on March 13, 2022. (Adam Hunger/AP/Shutterstock)

Kyrie’s decision to cheer on his teammates, which came a day after he attended a Duke and Virginia Tech game at the Barclays Center, had sports commentators, fellow athletes and fans questioning the reasoning behind the pandemic-driven rules. Some asked why he is allowed to move freely in the venue without a mask, yet he still can’t don a jersey and play on the court.

“Is there a reasonable/sane/choose your adjective explanation to account for the Nets’ Kyrie Irving being allowed to attend games Saturday and Sunday at Barclays Center as an unmasked courtside spectator but not be allowed to play at Barclays Center?” tweeted NBA correspondent Marc Stein, as sports journalist Clay Travis posted, “He also went to Duke-Virginia Tech last night and sat courtside. This is beyond absurd.”


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Is there a reasonable/sane/choose your adjective explanation to account for the Nets' Kyrie Irving being allowed to attend games Saturday and Sunday at Barclays Center as an unmasked courtside spectator but not be allowed to play at Barclays Center? https://t.co/eE9pniK87p

— Marc Stein (@TheSteinLine) March 13, 2022

He also went to Duke-Virginia Tech last night and sat courtside. This is beyond absurd. https://t.co/ec6fdYWoDJ

— Clay Travis (@ClayTravis) March 13, 2022

Others still questioned Kyrie’s unwillingness to get the COVID jab. “I don’t care how dumb any given Covid rule is, the only person preventing Kyrie Irving from playing basketball is Kyrie Irving. Get vaccinated. It’s a f**king pandemic,” shared one outraged fan.

I don’t care how dumb any given Covid rule is, the only person preventing Kyrie Irving from playing basketball is Kyrie Irving. Get vaccinated. It’s a fucking pandemic. https://t.co/U5uEKvM75y

— Sam (@YAnunoby) March 13, 2022

Kyrie’s former teammate, LeBron James, chimed in after a follower called out the apparent hypocrisy of the mandate on Twitter, saying the situation is “absolutely ridiculous on all levels of common sense.” The NBA icon responded, “FACTS FACTS FACTS!! It literally makes ABSOLUTELY ZERO SENSE!!! They say if common sense was common then we’d all have it. Ain’t that the truth.”

FACTS FACTS FACTS!! It literally makes ABSOLUTELY ZERO SENSE!!! They say if common sense was common then we’d all have it. Ain’t that the truth. 🤦🏾‍♂️🤦🏾‍♂️🤦🏾‍♂️🤦🏾‍♂️ #FreeKyrie https://t.co/EhAcjuMrsL

— LeBron James (@KingJames) March 13, 2022

Keep reading to see more reactions to Kyrie’s appearance at his own game, below.

You can be pro vaccine and also think this logic right here makes no sense. https://t.co/s323qMbcYU

— Taylor Rooks (@TaylorRooks) March 13, 2022

We have reached the point this mandate really doesn't make any sense. He can be around freely and maskless but can't play. Pretty dumb at this point. https://t.co/lr1f5Dtwww

— Mo Dakhil (@MoDakhil_NBA) March 13, 2022

It’s so wild how Kyrie went from the face of illogical refusal to vaccinate to the face of illogical rules and regulations about masks and vaccines https://t.co/H2VRFmcY5u

— David Dennis Jr. (@DavidDTSS) March 13, 2022

We will look back at this in 5-10 years and wonder wtf were we doing? #PoliticalTheater https://t.co/7g2mhcDEmc

— Chase (@Chase_a_saurus) March 13, 2022

The biggest detail of the Kyrie sitting courtside loophole is that it weakens the legal standing of the private employer vaccine mandate.

It exposes the flaw in the mandate. By not exempting Kyrie, it threatens the entire mandate. https://t.co/Mg7ORyY4Wu

— The Glue Guys (@BKGlueGuys) March 13, 2022

I feel like everybody has the wrong takeaway here. It’s not stupid that he can’t play. It’s stupid that he can be there. https://t.co/c6WzMyxuek

— Two-piece Advocate (@frazierapproves) March 13, 2022

 

 

Kyrie Irving’s Girlfriend, Marlene Wilkerson: Everything To Know About His Fiancée

Kyrie Irving’s Girlfriend, Marlene Wilkerson: Everything To Know About His Fiancée

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With Kyrie Irving seemingly benched for the time being, he has plenty of time to spend with his fiancée and the mother of his second child, Marlene Wilkerson. Here’s what you need to know.

2021 has been a year of ups and downs for Kyrie Irving, with one of the latter – a down – happening on Tuesday (Oct. 12). Sean Marks, the general manager of the Brooklyn Nets, said that since Kyrie, 29, will not comply with New York City’s COVID-19 vaccine mandate, he will not practice or play with the team. The vaccine mandate states that anyone entering an indoor gym — Brooklyn’s Barclays Center and Manhattan’s Madison Square Garden – must have at least one COVID-19 shot, according to ESPN. Kyrie apparently does not and cannot play in 43 regular-season games (41 in Brooklyn, two at Madison Square Garden.) Instead of granting him “part-time availability,” the team decided to bench him. Kyrie will also not be paid for the games he misses.

“Kyrie has made it clear he has a choice in this matter, and it’s ultimately going to be up to him what he decides,” Marks said, per ESPN. “We respect the fact that he has a choice, and he can make his own right to choose. Right now, what’s best for the organization is the path we are taking, and I don’t want to speak for Kyrie. At the right time, I’m sure he will address his feelings and what the path may be for him.”

This low comes nearly three months after he experienced a personal high: he became a father for the second time. He and his fiancée Marlene “Golden” Wilkerson became the proud parents in June. As Kyrie contemplates his future and apparently prepares to spend the 2021-22 NBA Season at home, here’s what you need to know about his girlfriend.

Marlene Marlene Wilkerson attends DevaCurl’s Celebration of ‘Curls Night Out’ at Devachan Salon (Arnold Turner/Invision/AP/Shutterstock)


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1. Marlene Wilkerson Is A Popular Blogger/Influencer/Model

Marlene – born in 1993, per Clutch Points – is an Instagram Model and an influencer. As of October 2021, she has over 400k Instagram Followers and over 730k subscribers on her YouTube page. Her YouTube page. While her earlier posts and videos deal with fashion, fitness, and beauty, her recent output focused more on pregnancy and babies. And that’s because…

2. Marlee Gave Birth To Her & Kyrie’s First Baby In July

Kyrie and Marlene welcomed their first baby together in June 2021, per PEOPLE. In a YouTube video titled “Our Pregnancy Journey,” Marlene showed off moments throughout her pregnancy, including a maternity photoshoot. The video also showed that Marlene had a water birth, with the new mom seen going into labor in a bathtub. A message at the end of the video reads: “A dedication to indigenous women to reclaim their bodies and heal our lineage through [sacred] natural birth. May you find your way to that inner knowing. May we educate, empower and assist each other through the sacred journey of becoming and being a Mother.”

This is Kyrie’s second child. He is also a dad to daughter Azurie Elizabeth, 6, from a previous relationship.

3. Marlene Reportedly Began Dating Kyrie In 2018…

Marlene has been romantically linked to soccer star Layvin Kurzawa and basketball player Dexter Strickland, per Clutch Points. It’s possible that she and Kyrie met before they dated since he played basketball with Dexter at St. Patrick High School. It’s unclear when they first began dating, but the two were first seen publicly in 2018 when they attended Kyrie’s Invitational.

4. …And They Reportedly Got Engaged The Next Year
Marlene Wilkerson and Kyrie Irving at the Nice Guy in 2019 (HEDO/BACKGRID)

Kyrie and Marlene sparked engagement rumors in 2019 when she was spotted with a giant diamond ring around her finger. Kyrie and Marlene – who was still going by “Golden” – were out and about in New York City when paparazzi photographed her new piece of bling. The paps congratulated the couple on the engagement…which they didn’t deny, per TMZ Sports.

5. She and Kyrie Are Private With Their Relationship

A year after Marlene debuted that rock on her finger, she reportedly stopped following Kyrie on Instagram. He also stopped following her, but if there was any drama, they patched it up. In August 2021, he posted a photo of them together. “KALM energy. KALM presence. KALM in love. My Ankh,” he captioned the shot. A day before Kyrie’s post, Marlene shared one of her own. “Walking through the Lions gate,” she captioned the IG photo of her, still pregnant, holding hands with Kyrie. “Child of the Sun, Moon, Earth, and Stars.”

 

Maya Moore: 5 Things To Know About WNBA Player Fighting For Criminal Justice Reform 

Maya Moore: 5 Things To Know About WNBA Player Fighting For Criminal Justice Reform 

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Maya Moore stepped away from the WNBA in 2019 to fight for criminal justice reform. She continues to be a champion in her community and the league. Tonight at the ESPYS, she’s a finalist for the Muhammad Ali Sports Humanitarian Award.

Maya Moore is so much bigger than basketball. Despite being one of the best WNBA players, ever — a 4-time WNBA Champion and a 2-time Finals MVP — Maya, 31, hung up her jersey to fight for a particular cause (see No. 2). Learn more about the pro basketball player, who’s a finalist, alongside Kevin Love for the Muhammad Ali Sports Humanitarian Award at the 2020 ESPY Awards.

1. Maya is a highly decorated athlete. — After four year as a starter at Collins Hill High School in Georgia, Maya played forward for the UConn women’s basketball team. She won back to back national championships with the team in 2009 and 2010. In the 2010–11 season, she became the first female basketball player to sign with Air Jordan. She won the 2010 ESPY Award for Best Female College Athlete. Maya was the first overall pick in the 2011 WNBA Draft. She currently plays small forward for the Minnesota Lynx. Though, she’s on sabbatical to focus on criminal justice reform. In her first three years in the league, Maya made three WNBA finals, one Eurobasket final, and two WCBA finals — and, she won five of the six possible championships. She won Gold with Team USA in 2012 and 2016.

2. She’s known for her attention to detail and speed. — As if her WNBA stats weren’t enough, Maya’s on-court vision and quickness makes her unstoppable on the hardwood. And, those are skills that are rare to come by. She was the subject of ESPN’s Sports Science, which depicted her muscle memory and her ability to steal the ball. The clip determined that Maya can move her hands faster than the striking speed of a rattlesnake. Additionally, she was named to Forbes’ 30 Under 30: The Sports World’s Brightest Young Stars of 2015.

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3. Maya walked away from the game in 2019. — In February 2019, she penned an essay in The Players’ Tribune that explained she would miss the upcoming season to focus on family and ministry dreams. In January 2020, she announced that she would once again miss the upcoming WNBA season, as well as the 2020 Olympic games in order to focus on her advocacy for criminal justice reform. She shifted her focus to helping Jonathan Irons to regain his freedom. Irons was convicted of burglary and assault in 1998, after being tried as an adult because of a previous charge. At the age of 18, Irons was sentenced to 50 years in prison, (via ESPN) — a sentence Maya believed was wrongfully handed to Irons. At the end of March, a judge in Missouri overturned the ruling against Jonathan Irons. In a tweet celebrating the news, Maya compared it to holding up “that Final Four trophy.”

4. She supports multiple charities and causes. — Maya joined UNICEF Kid Power and is a brand ambassador for Kid Power Champion. She uses her platform to discuss world issues and is very vocal about equality. She’s a proud Christian and has spoken about the importance of her faith and her dedication to the Lord.

5. Maya has an acting resume. — She was featured as Betty Lou in Uncle Drew: Chapter 3 in 2013, which was written and directed by NBA champion Kyrie Irving. She’s the first WNBA player to be a part of the Pepsi Co. series.

Juice WRLD – Goyard Bag Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Brand new bag, runnin’
You know it’s Mitch Mula

[Verse]
I just got a new bag, runnin’
Count up cash, runnin’
That’s your ass dummy
That’s your ass, dummy
I just got a brand new bag, runnin’
Count that cash, runnin’
Pop them tags or somethin’
Shake that ass or somethin’
I just got a Goyard bag
Put 20k in the Goyard bag
Keep a mini-AK in the Goyard bag
When I leave for L.A., I don’t ever come back
Still take my Goyard bag
Put 20k in the Goyard bag
I met this bitch from Georgia, she was gorgeous
So I fucked her in the morning, till the morning
I been balling, Michael Jordan, Kyrie Irving
Off the Bourbon in the ‘burbs, swervin’ in Suburban
I ball like Julius Erving, I deserve it
I see snakes in the grass, but it’s fuck a serpent, ayy
She left me for my brother, guess I fucked a serpent, ayy
Talking down to me are you or are you certain, ayy
Percies in the lean, I’m a different person
I’m falling apart, yeah, I deserve it
I drunk drive all the time, yeah I stay swervin’
I feel like a picture cause I stay curvin’
I just got a new bag runnin’
Count up cash runnin’
That’s your ass, dummy
That’s your ass, dummy

Ygtut – Bad Guys Lyrics

[Intro]
Sweet, sweet memories

[Verse 1]
Bout to run it up, run up and get done up
Crazy nigga, what the f**k
Sweet as honey, he a honey nut
Damn I miss my parents, swear that we don’t talk enough
What we did was illegal but they know it had came in clutch
Doing this for my people, we all gotta be equals
Them crows be flying low, I’m high enough I can see you
Oochie wally bang, Gucci wallet or a Louis pouch
Ain’t shit change but my change, it be quiet now
My nigga

[Hook]
The bad guys, the realness, the struggle
The good times, you feel this, the hustle
Sweet, sweet, sweet memories
Remember? Yeah I remember, the bad guys

[Verse 2]
Out of jail, out on bail, nigga hell yeah
I was in that cell, swear that it was hell there
I was in that county, baby boo beside me
I know Jesus saves but I can’t help just doing what pays
You feel me?
To tell the truth, think I’m stuck in my ways
Living off adrenaline, on tour for a couple of days
‘Til my papa calls, saying I should make me some changes
“You keep taking these chances
Man are you brave or you brainless?”

[Hook]
The bad guys, the realness, the struggle
The good times, you feel this, the hustle
Sweet, sweet, sweet memories
Remember? Yeah I remember, the bad guys

[Bridge]
I know you trying to be somebody
I know you wanna eat
I know you trying to be somebody
I know you wanna eat

[Verse 3]
I’m just like Kyrie Irving, I be facilitating
I’m making plays round the city, you looking at the greatest
Your bitch a newborn virgin, yall niggas still dating
I be that real ass nigga what y’all be imitating
Be yourself lil nigga so you’ll be all you can be
I swear them fake ass niggas just some shit we don’t need
Because fake ass niggas get fake ass digits
And fake ass playas get a real playa hating ’em

[Hook]
The bad guys, the realness, the struggle
The good times, you feel this, the hustle
Sweet, sweet, sweet memories
Remember? Yeah I remember, the bad guys

Mir Fontane – Blue Lyrics

[Chorus:]
Last night was my last night with you
There’s way more than life than getting high with you
Used to think I’d die if you wasn’t my boo
But my heart turned blue and my bills did too
I’ve got all this ice on me
Married to the game they throwing rice on me
Gotta live for the ones who bet they life on me
When I stopped going to church, got Jesus Christ on me

[Verse 1:]
Bitch, I come from the side
And I wear it like a throwback
I got you a gift, it’s a L and you can hold that
I’m a project baby, project baby like I’m Kodak
Dance with the devil and you’ll never get ya soul back
Ain’t nobody tell me that the devil wearing Gucci
All her friends are dead, her favorite rapper Lil Uzi
All she wanna do is just use and abuse me
Bitch I’m doing good and I was left off Bad And Boujee
Bitches love to lie and pretend that they love us
Take a ride with me, I’ll show you where you got me f**ked up
Feel like Jason Kidd nigga, how he got the Bucks up
Got so much Rhymes, I should share the name with Busta
I don’t f**k with you, tell the truth, I don’t trust ya
Just headbutt a building and please forget my number
Heard you out here plottin’, I looked at you as a brother
Had to get the bag, had to take over the summer
You know when that liquor get into me, I be swervin’
Call my lil’ baby and lay-up like Kyrie Irving
Ask me what’s my next move, I just say I’m workin’
Know them niggas lurking, got the pistol to my curtain
I care too much when I’m sober
This $ide done made me colder
These streets like the end of October
Better run if he reach under his shoulder
You still in the city lookin’ for a cash-out
Heard every week and you drunk and show ya ass out
Shawty got a sugar daddy, still live at her Dad’s house
If you got them bands out, she out there with her hands out

[Chorus:]
Last night was my last night with you
There’s way more than life than getting high with you
Used to think I’d die if you wasn’t my boo
But my heart turned blue and my bills did too
I’ve got all this ice on me
Married to the game they throwing rice on me
Gotta live for the ones who bet they life on me
When I stopped going to church, got Jesus Christ on me

Joey Bada$$ – Victory

[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
Yeah, ’cause this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story

[Verse 1]
First things first, uh, shoutout to the sponsors
Everything I do I do it big, I’m a monster
The kid from West Brooklyn, came with the thunder
Every day another triple-double entendre
At times I sit and wonder how I keep from going under
But I always beat the clock like Kyrie Irving at the buzzer
Looking in the crowd, at the audience they love us
Got a team of warriors nobody ranked above us
And I got love for my brothers keep the chemistry strong
We gon’ be up for a while like keep the legacy goin’
The most valuable Pro heading straight for the throne
I’m in a lane of my own, two-three when I get in my zone
Even when I’m OT man I still feel at home
The G-O-A-T when it’s all said and done
They only make legends where I’m from
Been known we won before the song begun

[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
’cause this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story

[Verse 2]
I know that you wishing he prolly break a leg
And even if they still wheelchair him in the end
‘Til his last stand, swear I got love for my fans
Back by popular demand, I’m the man
All I do is win I feels like a highlight reel
I put numbers on the board even scores up the floor for real
I do it just for sport
Like the homies with the rock in the white tube socks
Word is bond, I am the one
I got it locked, up in the cluster, pressure on
Back on the block, I call the shots
You sit and watch when I’m against the clock I make the world stop
Hold up, but let’s get back to business please
I’ma be up for a while I know you sick of me
Y’all ain’t real ballers, y’all just little leagues
And we ain’t taking no losses we the winning team, East

[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
Yeah, ’cause this feels like a victory
The competition look slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story

Know me – Gucci Mane feat. Law lyrics

Lyrics Gucci Mane – Know me

Know me!
It’s Gucci!

Like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know me
Now they scream my name like they know me.

I ain’t LA reek
But this dope is epic
This ain’t LA weed
This shit came from Texas
My whip game fast and furious
Pack gone in 60 seconds
My jewelry whirlpooling
It broke a world record
Say I’m a heart throb
She’ll make a girl record
Don’t turn that door knob
Might see your girl naked
I think I’m David Beckham
In them low top Giuseppes
I’m Gucci Westbrook
They don’t know how to check em
You know a .. niggas
But I need the lion’s share
Standing over Versace sofas
Call it the lion chair
Say what you say, shorty
Gucci don’t play, shorty
Got all this ice on
And it’s a day party.

I been running plays Kyrie Irving
I treat all my bitches like I’m Goldie
Now they scream my name like they know me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
I put them on cane now they owe me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee.

World stars for your television
They know I’m popping paparazzi with me
Hugh Hefner that’s 100 bitches
Good life I ain’t ever switching
Yeah, counting money with the Cubans
Your old bitch, went and used her
Your new bitch, still a groupie
Say she f*cking with a movement
This type of sauce I’m cooking in the kitchen
I got some 90s on me, I’m drippin’
Bring that to the table then you leash it
I had to cross them over, they was reaching
This shit was made for the money, Prada
That bag you talking about, went and got it
That nigga, touchdown, took a few losses
Like a quarterback with no watchers.

I been running plays Kyrie Irving
I treat all my bitches like I’m Goldie
Now they scream my name like they know me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
I put them on cane now they owe me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee.

I been running plays Kyrie Irving
I treat all my bitches like I’m Goldie
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meeeee.
Gucci Mane lyrics
Video me

Rick Ross – Kyrie (Black Jack Album)

[Interlude]
DP on the beat
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Steven Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches know it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grutman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like it’s Captain Crunch
We cruising La Brea like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

Rick Ross – Kyrie Lyrics

[Intro]
(DP on the beat)
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1]
Stephen Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grutman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like Captain Crunch
We cruising (?) like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

Rick Ross – Kyrie

[Intro]
(DP on the beat)
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1]
Stephen Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grubman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like Captain Crunch
We cruising (?) like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

Skippa Da Flippa – Dat Way

[Intro: Skippa Da Flippa]
Woah
(30 you a fool for this one)
Oh you going dat way huh?
Woah
Woah
Flippa!

[Hook: Skippa Da Flippa]
Stay away from bitch niggas, snitch niggas
I fuck with you, if you like me tryna’ get rich nigga
I’m ball cappin’, ball player
My garage it got a elevator
Crib so big I had to buy a escalator
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga

[Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa]
Skrong nigga
They say you tell it well you wrong nigga
Zero, zero, zero comma, triple zero figures
Kyrie Irving in the paint [?]
I’m like nino in the pot the raw right in the middle
Dat way
Paint the Benz coupe matte grey
Snap ya’ cap like it’s hat day
Save a fifty for a bad day
Ball cappin’ I’m the MVP
Skrong nigga no Hercules
Rubber band it as I count the G’s
Pour a four just to get some Z’s
House that I dreamed of
I don’t trust 12 so i bought a nina
Only talk money I think my demeanor
I love the money like Martin love Gina
I’m a ride it to the roaders
Don’t stop he try pull you over
I think the real should get closer
And I won’t live looking over my shoulder

[Hook: Skippa Da Flippa]
Stay away from bitch niggas, snitch niggas
I fuck with you, if you like me tryna’ get rich nigga
I’m ball cappin’, ball player
My garage it got a elevator
Crib so big I had to buy a escalator
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga

[Verse 2: Skippa Da Flippa]
I play for keeps don’t never mix [?] I’m strong like a gymnast
White on white M and I had to tint it
So much [?] you would think I was the chemist
The snakes are closer than you think
Pearl perfect be the paint
I’m having birds off the [?]
Shooter shoot faster than you blink or think
You better look our for your brother he shouldn’t need if you really love him
I’m true to loyalty and I thank my mother
She say stay together and watch over each other
I love the way the money feel
I’ve been stacking up blue bills
Big house fuck a hill
And I’m going dat way I mean it for real
See a, fifty bands on top of fifty bands
I’m a take my time you a mini man
Sticks on sticks like the Taliban
Now they need me I used to be the six man
Dat way
Dat way
Pick up the backend’ on Saturday
Ties and offerings Sunday
Get back to the money on Monday

[Hook: Skippa Da Flippa]
Stay away from bitch niggas, snitch niggas
I fuck with you, if you like me tryna’ get rich nigga
I’m ball cappin’, ball player
My garage it got a elevator
Crib so big I had to buy a escalator
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga

Meek Mill – Way Up lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Ya, ya
Ya, ya
Turn them headphones up Cruz
Way up
Shit like I’m Jackie Chan
Summer is lit and we back again

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
That indirect shit never get by us
Niggas like bitches be dick ridin’
Funny how nigga like Rich Pryor
See ’em and I smack the shit out ’em
Throwin’ ten k like it’s ten dollars
I grab that bitch, make a ten out her
I pop a perc, fuck the shit out her
Fuck her so good, thought I cared ’bout her
She know I been ’bout it, I’m on my way up
My chick a Barbie, no weave and no makeup
Hang with the trappers don’t be with no haters
My city gon’ tell you that we on some paper
Theolonius capers when I’m in that Wraith
I’m feelin’ like Meechie or three ATL
Purp got leanin’ like I on a rail
Mixing that Birk with that new YSL
Sellin’ that dope gave me confidence
Bust down the Role gave me confidence
I let the fiend wash the coupe, tell him, “polish it”
She on my dick I can’t make you no promises
Bahgdad on that pussy bombin’ shit
Bad bad with that chopper Osama shit
Rockin’ Givenchy shit
Trap at the clear port nigga we flyin’ shit

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up

[Verse 2: Tracy T]
Way up, way up, way up
Skinny nigga walkin’ like done got his weight up
Hold up bitch I’m movin’ fast they holler “Wait up”
Fixin’ bitches just so I can fuck and break her
I been doin’ this since Jacob came with Jacobs
If you know me then you owe me fuck you pay up
Bombin’ in Atlana aka Al-Queda
Crossin’ up I’m Kyrie Irving with the lay up
Pushin’ whips and poppin’ pistols for the paper
Goin’ up they want to stop your elevator
Havin’ lunch on top of Barneys feelin’ way up
Paper on Rodeo aye hoe I got flavor
Meek Milly pull up that Wraith up
I pull up with work like I’m Rayful
Put tens on that bitch for the haters
That work it came in from Loredo
Got birds and got bricks and they came in the trailer
Them niggas ain’t poppin’ shit, got a shot on me like Peja Stojaković
[?] fuck it lil’ nigga it got me rich
Ya you might got a gun but you ain’t poppin’ it
Nigga doin’ dirty business got damn Lord save ’em
Dirty money on the Lord got me way up, way up, way up

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up

Soulja Boy – Murder (feat. Mozzy) letras

[Intro]
Murder. Yeah man you know what the fuck going on. King Soulja man, yeah man baby Draco man, I’ma spray with the Draco. I got Mozzy with me, you know what the fuck going on nigga

[Pre-Hook: Soulja Boy]
I pour a four in my drink
My chopper it spray nigga, what the fuck you think?
My shooters, they shoot ‘fore you blink
Every show I do I’m gripping the heat
Fuck Giuseppes, Margiela my feet
50,000 for a show, state to state with my niggas gripping the heat
Me and Mozzy pull up, murk the scene

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
You riding for him but you know it’s rented
Young nigga shoot the Draco just like Dennis the Menace
Quarter million for my new Bentley
Me and Mozzy yeah we slide through the city
Bad bitch know I’m gripping her titties
I stand in the trap, I was whipping that Whitney
’09 me and Guwop get it in, he told me Soulja Boy go head to the district
Fuck with lil Soulja I empty the (?)
Rest in peace Shawty Lo, you (?)
Hit a juug then I bought a guyato
Sipping on Hi-Tech, I’m smoking gelato
Hit a nigga in the head with a bottle
Bad bitch and she look like a model
This isn’t twitter nigga but them bitches they follow
I put like 7 million there with Fargo
Beef with Soulja Boy you dying tomorrow
Gripping the Draco I spray shorty with the hollows
Smoking gelato, she suck on my dick while she swallow
Me and Mozzy in that ‘Rari full throttle
Blah-da-da with the 30, oh
Shoot the Draco just like Kyrie Irving
Gripping the steering wheel and I’m swerving
I spray with the Draco, he making me nervous

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Whole lotta murder shit
Niggas know we really murder shit
Niggas know we pull up scorch shit
Where you from? I never heard of it
Yeah I’m on that perky shit
Yeah we got that work and shit
Yeah I’m from that turf and shit
Yeah I put in that work for this
Yeah shooters on go
They will not freeze, that’s on my soul
They keep the pole
One in the head, one in the throat
Aim for the head, nothing below
I’m from the 4, them niggas dorks, them niggas hoes
Free my lil bro
He kept it silent, them niggas told
That’s why he’s down, them niggas know
Niggas went broke, had to sell salt
Mama on (?) that shit was cold
(?) then a sucker nigga die
I took that ride all on my own
I’m with the shit when the homies get hit
I’m the nigga to get, they be calling my phone
I’m with the shit and I (?) I don’t talk on my phone

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

Soulja Boy – Murder Lyrics

[Intro]
Murder. Yeah man you know what the fuck going on. King Soulja man, yeah man baby Draco man, I’ma spray with the Draco. I got Mozzy with me, you know what the fuck going on nigga

[Pre-Hook: Soulja Boy]
I pour a four in my drink
My chopper it spray nigga, what the fuck you think?
My shooters, they shoot ‘fore you blink
Every show I do I’m gripping the heat
Fuck Giuseppes, Margiela my feet
50,000 for a show, state to state with my niggas gripping the heat
Me and Mozzy pull up, murk the scene
[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
You riding for him but you know it’s rented
Young nigga shoot the Draco just like Dennis the Menace
Quarter million for my new Bentley
Me and Mozzy yeah we slide through the city
Bad bitch know I’m gripping her titties
I stand in the trap, I was whipping that Whitney
’09 me and Guwop get it in, he told me Soulja Boy go head to the district
Fuck with lil Soulja I empty the (?)
Rest in peace Shawty Lo, you (?)
Hit a juug then I bought a guyato
Sipping on Hi-Tech, I’m smoking gelato
Hit a nigga in the head with a bottle
Bad bitch and she look like a model
This isn’t twitter nigga but them bitches they follow
I put like 7 million there with Fargo
Beef with Soulja Boy you dying tomorrow
Gripping the Draco I spray shorty with the hollows
Smoking gelato, she suck on my dick while she swallow
Me and Mozzy in that ‘Rari full throttle
Blah-da-da with the 30, oh
Shoot the Draco just like Kyrie Irving
Gripping the steering wheel and I’m swerving
I spray with the Draco, he making me nervous

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Whole lotta murder shit
Niggas know we really murder shit
Niggas know we pull up scorch shit
Where you from? I never heard of it
Yeah I’m on that perky shit
Yeah we got that work and shit
Yeah I’m from that turf and shit
Yeah I put in that work for this
Yeah shooters on go
They will not freeze, that’s on my soul
They keep the pole
One in the head, one in the throat
Aim for the head, nothing below
I’m from the 4, them niggas dorks, them niggas hoes
Free my lil bro
He kept it silent, them niggas told
That’s why he’s down, them niggas know
Niggas went broke, had to sell salt
Mama on (?) that shit was cold
(?) then a sucker nigga die
I took that ride all on my own
I’m with the shit when the homies get hit
I’m the nigga to get, they be calling my phone
I’m with the shit and I (?) I don’t talk on my phone

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

K Camp – Hungry N Lurkin letras

[Intro]
Uh, ay
I’m just tryna elevate over all this bullshit
You hear me?

[Hook]
I be flexin’ on purpose
Hope that there make you nervous
Most these niggas too funny feel like I live in a circus
I got a bitch and she worth it
I know a thing for certain
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
I be flexin’ on purpose
I’m out here hungry and lurkin’
How you hate when you hurtin’
Hungry and lurkin’, hungry and lurkin’

[Verse 1]
I know one thing for certain
I know niggas that servin’
I know bitches that’s thirsty and I ball like I’m Kyrie Irving
Jumped in the game as a student now I feel like the teacher
Check them niggas that’s round you, make sure them niggas ain’t leachin’
Came to handle my business, that’s the reason you lookin’
Fell in love with my presence and now she in that bitch cookin’
I’m in Jersey like Snooki
Searchin’ round for them cookies
On that grind till December
Just hope you niggas remember that

[Hook]
I be flexin’ on purpose
Hope that there make you nervous
Most these niggas too funny feel like I live in a circus
I got a bitch and she worth it
I know a thing for certain
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
I be flexin’ on purpose
I’m out here hungry and lurkin’
How you hate when you hurtin’
Hungry and lurkin’, hungry and lurkin’

[Verse 2]
I made that choice to go harder
You ain’t loyal, why bother?
Must continue my saga
I learned my ways from my father
I learned my lessons while climbin’
I came in perfect timin’
Now I’m in, I’m like fuck it
But I’m in love with these diamonds
Bitch I’m in love with the shinin’
They want me to fall off
They want me to stop workin’
Bitch they want me to call off
But I’m love with these Benjies
And I’m in love with this music
If you ain’t know bitch I’m comin’
You better watch how you movin’

[Hook]
But I be flexin’ on purpose
Hope that there make you nervous
Most these niggas too funny feel like I live in a circus
I got a bitch and she worth it
I know a thing for certain
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
I be flexin’ on purpose
I’m out here hungry and lurkin’
How you hate when you hurtin’
Hungry and lurkin’, hungry and lurkin’

[Outro]
Let’s get it
I’m workin’, I’m workin’
Aye
Music Major
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