Katie Tropp – I Know Lyrics

[Verse 1]

My ears are burning who’s talking about me?
I don’t pay no mind it’s some nobody
Some jealous ass upset with me
Because I keep it moving at lightning speed
If you talkin’ shit that ain’t my issue
I don’t even care to try and diss you
When you die I won’t miss you
f**k karma I ain’t a Hindu
All I’m into is this beat
When I write a song it helps to ease
All the anger inside of me
But it’s fueling yours as we speak
I light the fuse as I keep progressing
All your actions are passive aggressive
I feel it in them vibes you sendin’
I ain’t stupid I get the message
I intercepted and ran it back
Like I’m Primetime do the dance
With each high step you get more mad
When I see that I get more glad
Why you sad cuz I put in work?
She can’t do that she’s a skirt
Why yes I can with a big ol’ smirk
Just watch me bitch sit and twirl!

[Hook]

I don’t give a f**k what you got to say
You are just a punk who can’t say shit to my face
Talk behind my back but you act a different way
Everything about you is so f**king fake!
Just because I stay quiet don’t mean I don’t know
Just because I stay quiet don’t mean I don’t know
Just because I stay quiet don’t mean I don’t know
Don’t mean I don’t know (BITCH) you know I know!

[Verse 2]

Fake love I don’t understand it
I don’t need anybody on this planet
I shake the ground on which you standin’
Jerk off into the hand that I’m slappin’
Your smile is fake don’t want that hug
Keep it cool like I’m dumb
Turn around talk it up
Hide behind your fake ass front
I am loaded but you don’t know it
Because I question every single motive
Call my bluff I got you folding
I get paid for lie exposing
You so close but at a distance
Just know I can hear all your whispers
I don’t fear your dismissal
Because I feel that’s your issue
Your pride is about to tear you down
Over bullshit out your mouth
Too many lies to choke down
When all I do is move this crowd
Put in work and earn my spot
Keep it moving while your drop
On your knees suck my cock
You ain’t worthy of Katie Tropp!

[Hook]

I don’t give a f**k what you got to say
You are just a punk who can’t say shit to my face
Talk behind my back but you act a different way
Everything about you is so f**king fake!
Just because I stay quiet don’t mean I don’t know
Just because I stay quiet don’t mean I don’t know
Just because I stay quiet don’t mean I don’t know
Don’t mean I don’t know (BITCH) you know I know!

[Verse 3]

When you in my presence I just wanna puke
You’re a weak excuse for a human dude
Here’s my move I’ma keep it cool
And watch your ass act a fool
Shake my hand, then stab my back
Being a fake ass bitch it what you good at
Take a swing I counter attack
Floyd Mayweather taught me that
I’ma wear you down in every round
I’ll take your pride in front of this crowd
I astound and laugh out loud
I reach out to push you back down
I ain’t got time for jealousy
None of you are a friend to me
No one has integrity
That’s why I treat you irreverently
What you don’t know is I’m in your head
I always got the upper hand
I won’t let loose of my grasp
Tug of war in the sand
You challenged me this is what you get
An angry pit owned by Michael Vick
All your pain you self-inflict
Because jealousy is a bitch!

[Hook]

I don’t give a f**k what you got to say
You are just a punk who can’t say shit to my face
Talk behind my back but you act a different way
Everything about you is so f**king fake!
I know bitch…

Dizzy Wright – Job

[Chorus]
I wake up like a workin’ man
This shit don’t get no easier
Wakin’, bakin’ in my day again
Lord forgive me for my sins
I been on my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be

[Verse 1]
Yeah, livin’ proof
I got shit to do
Makin’ business moves
Y’all niggas know what it is
And if you don’t, here’s a head and clue
Yeah, I’m on the grind and a mission
I’m the one that they gon’ listen to
Might drop a jam or two
And he finna drop TGA2
How can they hate what I do?
All white and I’m blackin’ out
Servin’ niggas like it’s happy hour
But I ain’t payin’ for the drinks
I just need some time to think
This is good weed and I’m happy ’bout it
This is my life, you can’t sabotage it
We grew up poor with no daddy options
Locked in
Still movin’ to the top 10
Up early, worked it out
Too bad my daddy never clocked in
Lookin’ at me, stay FFFL
Don’t act, we’s not friends
Oh, what a job this is
When it’s time to rise, who is you ridin’ with?
‘Cause we loco
Mind say solo dolo
Party on the weekend
Like we not the locals
Somehow, some

[Chorus]
I wake up like a workin’ man
This shit don’t get no easier
Wakin’, bakin’ in my day again
Lord forgive me for my sins
I been on my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be

[Verse 2]
Yeah, written in stone, ain’t no stoppin’ it
I’m finna get up outta this
I’m under the radar, anonymous
I’ma get mine and it’s obvious
Tucked my shirt in like a gentleman
High shorts, high socks
Had to break the high top, Michael Vick and ’em
Don’t make me go bring the dogs out
Make this sound like fightin’ words
And if this a battle, then we can go all out
No Ike and Tina, we don’t hit the bitches
But a hater gotta bring them paws out
Look, old-school, hittin’ switches
Mustang, got me stick shiftin’
Dizzy hippy, yeah, the kids spinnin’
Can’t stop, won’t stop
Until my first resale say 6 digits
I grew up in Vegas, that’s big business
You can’t relate, what you mean, homes?
You must have fell for a fake image
Skinny custom ripped jeans
Had to cut ’em off, I ain’t cuttin’ strings
Baby, know I hold the rock
But they tried to hold me off
I got ’em callin’ the double team
So I split the middle
Against the big and little
Long periods of pear pressure
But a profit don’t do it for profit
I beneficial when I know it’s finna fit you

[Chorus]
So I wake up like a workin’ man
This shit don’t get no easier
Wakin’, bakin’ in my day again
Lord forgive me for my sins
I been on my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be

J.o.b Lyrics – Dizzy Wright

I wake up like a workin’ man
This shit don’t get no easier
Wakin’, bakin’ in my day again
Lord forgive me for my sins
I been on my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be

Yeah, livin’ proof
I got shit to do
Makin’ business moves
Y’all niggas know what it is
And if you don’t, here’s a head and clue
Yeah, I’m on the grind and a mission
I’m the one that they gon’ listen to
Might drop a jam or two
And he finna drop TGA2
How can they hate what I do?
All white and I’m blackin’ out
Servin’ niggas like it’s happy hour
But I ain’t payin’ for the drinks
I just need some time to think
This is good weed and I’m happy ’bout it
This is my life, you can’t sabotage it
We grew up poor with no daddy options
Locked in
Still movin’ to the top 10
Up early, worked it out
Too bad my daddy never clocked in
Lookin’ at me, stay FFFL
Don’t act, we’s not friends
Oh, what a job this is
When it’s time to rise, who is you ridin’ with?
‘Cause we loco
Mind say solo dolo
Party on the weekend
Like we not the locals
Somehow, some

I wake up like a workin’ man
This shit don’t get no easier
Wakin’, bakin’ in my day again
Lord forgive me for my sins
I been on my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be

Yeah, written in stone, ain’t no stoppin’ it
I’m finna get up outta this
I’m under the radar, anonymous
I’ma get mine and it’s obvious
Tucked my shirt in like a gentleman
High shorts, high socks
Had to break the high top, Michael Vick and ’em
Don’t make me go bring the dogs out
Make this sound like fightin’ words
And if this a battle, then we can go all out
No Ike and Tina, we don’t hit the bitches
But a hater gotta bring them paws out
Look, old-school, hittin’ switches
Mustang, got me stick shiftin’
Dizzy hippy, yeah, the kids spinnin’
Can’t stop, won’t stop
Until my first resale say 6 digits
I grew up in Vegas, that’s big business
You can’t relate, what you mean, homes?
You must have fell for a fake image
Skinny custom ripped jeans
Had to cut ’em off, I ain’t cuttin’ strings
Baby, know I hold the rock
But they tried to hold me off
I got ’em callin’ the double team
So I split the middle
Against the big and little
Long periods of pear pressure
But a profit don’t do it for profit
I beneficial when I know it’s finna fit you

So I wake up like a workin’ man
This shit don’t get no easier
Wakin’, bakin’ in my day again
Lord forgive me for my sins
I been on my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be

J.O.B

Lyrics to ‘J.O.B’ by Dizzy Wright:

–Chorus–
I wake up like a workin’ man
This shit don’t get no easier
Wakin’, bakin’ in my day again
Lord forgive me for my sins
I been on my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be

–Verse 1–
Yeah, livin’ proof
I got shit to do
Makin’ business moves
Y’all niggas know what it is
And if you don’t, here’s a head and clue
Yeah, I’m on the grind and a mission
I’m the one that they gon’ listen to
Might drop a jam or two
And he finna drop TGA2
How can they hate what I do?
All white and I’m blackin’ out
Servin’ niggas like it’s happy hour
But I ain’t payin’ for the drinks
I just need some time to think
This is good weed and I’m happy ’bout it
This is my life, you can’t sabotage it
We grew up poor with no daddy options
Locked in
Still movin’ to the top 10
Up early, worked it out
Too bad my daddy never clocked in
Lookin’ at me, stay FFFL
Don’t act, we’s not friends
Oh, what a job this is
When it’s time to rise, who is you ridin’ with?
‘Cause we loco
Mind say solo dolo
Party on the weekend
Like we not the locals
Somehow, some

–Chorus–
I wake up like a workin’ man
This shit don’t get no easier
Wakin’, bakin’ in my day again
Lord forgive me for my sins
I been on my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be

–Verse 2–
Yeah, written in stone, ain’t no stoppin’ it
I’m finna get up outta this
I’m under the radar, anonymous
I’ma get mine and it’s obvious
Tucked my shirt in like a gentleman
High shorts, high socks
Had to break the high top, Michael Vick and ’em
Don’t make me go bring the dogs out
Make this sound like fightin’ words
And if this a battle, then we can go all out
No Ike and Tina, we don’t hit the bitches
But a hater gotta bring them paws out
Look, old-school, hittin’ switches
Mustang, got me stick shiftin’
Dizzy hippy, yeah, the kids spinnin’
Can’t stop, won’t stop
Until my first resale say 6 digits
I grew up in Vegas, that’s big business
You can’t relate, what you mean, homes?
You must have fell for a fake image
Skinny custom ripped jeans
Had to cut ’em off, I ain’t cuttin’ strings
Baby, know I hold the rock
But they tried to hold me off
I got ’em callin’ the double team
So I split the middle
Against the big and little
Long periods of pear pressure
But a profit don’t do it for profit
I beneficial when I know it’s finna fit you

–Chorus–
So I wake up like a workin’ man
This shit don’t get no easier
Wakin’, bakin’ in my day again
Lord forgive me for my sins
I been on my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be

Eminem – Cold Wind Blows

[Intro]
Cause some things just, don’t change
It’s better when they stay the same
Although the whole world, knows your name
So on a, bigger stage
They came to see you spit your game
So it shouldn’t be difficult, to explain
Just why you came back again
You hate the fame, love the game
Cold as ice, you remain
Fuck them all, tell them all eat shit, here we go again

[Spoken]
Goddamn
Is it that time again already?
Haha, you don’t look too happy to see me
Fuck man, don’t everybody welcome me back at once
All right, just fuck ya’ll then

[Verse 1]
You can get the dick, just call me the ball sack, I’m nuts
Michael Vick in this bitch, dog, fall back you mutts
Fuck your worms, you’ve never seen such a sick puppy
Fuck it a sick duck, I want my duck sicked mommy
And my nuts licked, gobble them up trick, yummy
Bitch you don’t fuckin’ think I know that you suck dick, dummy?
You’ll get your butt kicked, fuck all that love shit honey
Yeah, I laugh when I call you a slut, it’s funny
Shorty dance while I diss you to the beat, fuck the words
You don’t listen to ’em anyway, yeah struck a nerve, sucker
Motherfucka’, might as well let my lips pucker
Like Elton John, cause I’m just a mean cocksucker
The shit is on cause you went and pissed me off, now I’m shittin’ and pissin’ on everybody give a fuck if it’s right or wrong
So puff the buddha light a bong
But take a look at Mariah, next time I inspire you to write a song, come on

[Hook]
I’m as cold as the cold wind, blows when it snows and it’s 20 below
Ask me why man, I just don’t know I’m as cold as the cold wind blows

[Verse 2]
Fuck it I’m a loose cannon, Bruce Banner’s back in the booth, y’all are sitting ducks, I’m the only goose standin’
I’ll set the world on fire, piss on it put it out
Stick my dick in a circle, but I’m not fuckin’ around
Mothafucka I’ll show you pussyfootin’
I’ll kick a bitch in the cunt, ’til it makes a queef and sounds like a fuckin’ whoopee cushion
Who the fuck is you pushing? You musta mistook me for some
Sissy soft punk lookin’ for some nookie or bosom
Go ahead fuckin’ hater, push me
I’ll told you ain’t no fucking way to shush me
Call me a faggot cause I hate a pussy
Man the fuck up, sissy, G’s up all you gardeners freeze up
Put your hoes down “Shady ease up
Man chill” Naw, I can’t goddamn it rap is a landfill
Drop the anvil, these are shoes that you can’t fill
Shit the day that happens the world will stop spinnin’ and Michael J. Fox’ll come to a standstill
During a earthquake, urine in your face cause you’re fake
"Ah! What the fuck? That hurt! Wait
Ah what the fuck! I just got struck
By lightning"all right then I quit, God, I give up
Call it "Evil That Men Do"
Lord forgive me for what my pen do
“This is for your sins, I cleanse you, you can repent
But I warn you, if you continue to hell I send you”
And just then the wind blew and I said

[Hook]
I’m as cold as the cold wind, blows when it snows and it’s 20 below
Ask me why man, I just don’t know I’m as cold as the cold wind blows

[Verse 3]
How long will I be this way?
Shady until my dying day, ’til I hang up the mic and it’s time for me to say
So long ’til then I’ll drop the fuckin’ bombs
Like I missed the pass when I went long
If you don’t like it you can kiss my ass in a lint thong, now sing along
Slut this slut that, learn the words to the song!
"Oh, bitches don’t like that" Homie, I’ll be nicer to women
When Aquaman drowns and the Human Torch starts swimming
Man I’m a cold soul, I roll solo So don’t compare
Me to the other bums over there
It’s like apples to oranges, peaches to plums yeah
I’m bananas pussy, cut off the grapes and grow a pair
But I swear you try to diss me I’ll slaughter you
I put that on everything, like everyone does with Auto-tune
The last thing you want to do
Is have me spit out a rhyme, and say "I was writing this and I thought of you", so

[Hook]
I’m as cold as the cold wind, blows when it snows and it’s 20 below
Ask me why man, I just don’t know I’m as cold as the cold wind blows