Dwyane Wade ‘Appreciated’ Mike Tyson Standing Up For Daughter Zaya, 13, After Transphobic Comments

Dwyane Wade ‘Appreciated’ Mike Tyson Standing Up For Daughter Zaya, 13, After Transphobic Comments







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Beth Shilliday
Senior Evening Writer

Dwyane Wade is grateful for boxing legend Mike Tyson’s support for his daughter Zaya, especially after rapper Boosie Badazz made transphobic comments about her.

Dwyane Wade received so much praise and support when he opened up about his 13-year-old’s gender identity during a Feb. 11, 2020 episode of The Ellen DeGeneres Show. He revealed that his daughter Zaya goes by she/her pronouns and no longer is called her birth name, Zion. Despite Dwyane’s unconditional love and support towards his daughter’s decision, there were haters, including rapper Boosie Badazz, who made transphobic comments. After legendary boxer Mike Tyson, 54, confronted Boosie about his statements, D-Wade is thankful that Iron Mike called out the rapper.

“I actually talked to Mike about that early in the pandemic,” the 38-year-old retired NBA superstar revealed on the Nov. 20 episode of Central Ave. “We had a conversation. I appreciated it from a standpoint of, you know, Mike is someone who has never tried to be perfect. He is someone who has learned from this journey of life. He’s one of the people who is so smart. He is so educated and knowledgeable about life, For him to be able to drop that nugget on the world, to me, it was great to hear him say that,” Dwyane revealed when it came to Mike confronting Boosie.

Dwyane Wade has been nothing but loving and supportive towards his transgender daughter Zaya. Photo credit: AP Images.

The 38-year-old Baton Rouge rapper went on a transphobic Instagram rant on Feb. 18 after Dwyane’s announcement about his transgender daughter. “Dwyane Wade you’ve gone too f**king far,” he began, saying that Zaya was too young to even know “what their next meal is going to be.” “That is a male. A 12-year-old. They don’t have sh-t figured out yet,” Boosie blasted. He told  Dwyane, “Like, bruh, for real, if he gonna be gay, let him be gay. Don’t dress him as a woman, dawg. He’s 12 years old. He’s not up there yet. He hasn’t made his final decisions yet.”

Former heavyweight boxing champion Mike took Boosie to task for his comments during an Oct. 23 episode of his podcast, Hotboxin’ with Mike Tyson. “How do you feel about other people’s feelings? You offend a lot of people when you talk about gay motherf**kers” and several homophobic slurs. “A lot of times I need the shut the f**k up,” Boosie admitted and Mike sternly asked, “Why don’t you?” as the rapper claimed it would be “hard.” You can watch Mike take Boosie to school starting at the 3:55 mark:

Mike then asked, “Why do you say things about a person who might be a homosexual? Do you think there’s a possibility you might be a homosexual and if you disrespect them it furthers yourself from being a homosexual? You may like homosexuals.”  Boosie said he was “straight as an arrow,” and then Mike asked him “if you’re straight then why do you offend people?”

Boosie replied, “I really commented on the Dwyane Wade situation because I got offended because it’s a child. That’s really why I got offended,” and added if it had been and 18 or 19-year-old he probably wouldn’t have said anything. “I just felt like at 12, a child can’t make that decision. That’s just how I feel.” Mike then said even though he felt the same way, “Who the f**k am I to say anything. What I think don’t mean a motherf**king thing.” Mike then asked, “Who the f**k are we to make a comment about somebody’s life? Who are you?” Boosie then replied “I said it and I stand on what I say.” Well, at least Mike went there with Boosie and tried to reason with him that it’s not his place to openly call out someone else’s life decisions like that.

Jamie Foxx, 52, Gives A Glimpse Of His Buff New Body As He Gears Up To Play Mike Tyson — Watch

Jamie Foxx, 52, Gives A Glimpse Of His Buff New Body As He Gears Up To Play Mike Tyson — Watch







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Emily Selleck
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Jamie Foxx proved he’s putting in the work to transform his body when he offered fans a glimpse at his new buff physique for an upcoming movie role.

Actor Jamie Foxx is gearing up for perhaps his most iconic movie role yet: boxing legend Mike Tyson. The 52-year-old Academy Award winner is set to portray the sporting icon in an upcoming biopic, and he’s already getting in shape! During an episode of Catching Up with Mark Birnbaum on Instagram, Jamie gave fans their first look at his new bulked-up frame, and he’s certainly looking the part.

He revealed that he’s willing to put in the work to transform his physique, explaining that his daily workout routine now includes 60 pull ups, 60 dips, and 100 push ups. “It’s changing the body. Top half,” he said. But as for the lower part of his body? “I ain’t got no legs, I ain’t got no calf muscles so we’re gonna have to get some prosthetics for that,” he joked.

Jamie Foxx has a buff new body. Image: Richard Shotwell/Invision/AP/Shutterstock

Jamie also said he hoped to weigh 216 pounds when the biopic begins filming, but plans to “balloon to 225, 230 which will look like 250 on screen,” during the shooting process, as he transitions from portraying young Mike to old Mike.

When he isn’t hitting the gym, getting in his 100 push ups per day, Jamie has been outspoken about the Black Lives Matter movement. He even lent his voice to a rally at San Francisco’s city hall on June 1, singing with his fellow protesters during the ‘kneel-in’ demonstration. The Ray actor took to the podium during the protest and sang the verse from Isaiah 54:17. “No weapons formed against me, shall prosper, it won’t work. No weapons formed against me shall prosper.”

He shared pictures of him and his 11-year-old daughterAnalise Bishop, attending a protest in Hollywood. Jamie wore a shirt bearing the image of Trayvon Martin, the 17-year-old who was shot and killed by George Zimmerman in 2012. “Having my kids with me at the protest was bittersweet. Having them watch the world come together was beautiful… But having to explain to them why we were all there was heartbreaking… let’s change the world so they don’t have to live in it the way we have been…” he said.

Frisco – Clear Lyrics (feat. Wiley)

[Intro]
I just want you to take a minute and have a think about the fact that Boy Better Know have been around for a decade. That’s a long time

[Hook: Wiley]
I’m a figurehead here, that’s clear
Boy Better Know spitter, that’s clear
I know my team’s full of dons, that’s clear
With the bars, should we kill it every year
The other day I got a nice cheque, happy when it cleared
I send talent through the door, that’s clear
I’ve got a groove in my riddims, that’s rare
And I will spray up any riddim, that’s clear
I’m a figurehead here, that’s clear
Boy Better Know spitter, that’s clear
I know my team’s full of dons, that’s clear
With the bars, should we kill it every year
The other day I got a nice cheque, happy when it cleared
I send talent through the door, that’s clear
I’ve got a groove in my riddims, that’s rare
And I will spray up any riddim, that’s clear
I do it like yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Frisco]
That’s clear
Man wanna jump on the wave? That’s air
Looking for the realest ting? That’s here
And I’m looking for the top and I know that’s near
Oh yeah, they know I’m a grime lord
Punch a grime MC off his high horse
If a grime MC wanna chat shit
Strangle a grime MC with the mic cord
They know I’ve been doing this from early
Come down to the dentist, certi
I’m a figurehead here, that’s clear
Got ’em all gassed cuh the styley’s worthy
I like my adlib a likkle reverby
Man say they hear that, I hope that you heard me
I’m the HNIC, man
You ain’t seen a boss like this since Fergie

[Hook: Wiley]
I’m a figurehead here, that’s clear
Boy Better Know spitter, that’s clear
I know my team’s full of dons, that’s clear
With the bars, should we kill it every year
The other day I got a nice cheque, happy when it cleared
I send talent through the door, that’s clear
I’ve got a groove in my riddims, that’s rare
And I will spray up any riddim, that’s clear
I’m a figurehead here, that’s clear
Boy Better Know spitter, that’s clear
I know my team’s full of dons, that’s clear
With the bars, should we kill it every year
The other day I got a nice cheque, happy when it cleared
I send talent through the door, that’s clear
I’ve got a groove in my riddims, that’s rare
And I will spray up any riddim, that’s clear
I do it like yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Frisco]
Yeah, yeah
No time for the lula, rer rer
Man are going on like they’re hard like
How ya Mike Tyson but really soft like a Care Bear?
And you know us man have gone clear, that’s clear
It’s my house, no sitting in my chair
And if it weren’t for Wiley
‘Nuff of these MCs wouldn’t be here, that’s clear
Oh yeah, man best pattern up when I’m here
Close my eyes and ask God if he can stare
Boy Better Know had an amazing 2015
And we’re gonna do more this year
We’re gonna be here for long like Cher
I ain’t tight with the vibes, I’ll share
Frisco, where you been?
Fam, manaman’s still out here

[Hook: Wiley]
I’m a figurehead here, that’s clear
Boy Better Know spitter, that’s clear
I know my team’s full of dons, that’s clear
With the bars, should we kill it every year
The other day I got a nice cheque, happy when it cleared
I send talent through the door, that’s clear
I’ve got a groove in my riddims, that’s rare
And I will spray up any riddim, that’s clear
I’m a figurehead here, that’s clear
Boy Better Know spitter, that’s clear
I know my team’s full of dons, that’s clear
With the bars, should we kill it every year
The other day I got a nice cheque, happy when it cleared
I send talent through the door, that’s clear
I’ve got a groove in my riddims, that’s rare
And I will spray up any riddim, that’s clear
I do it like yeah, yeah, yeah

[Break]
It’s incredible, the effect that they’ve had is undeniable. To me, it is as clear as day. You look at the fact that maybe- you know, because they’re still active now, because they’re still killing it now, because they’re still bringing in new fans to the genre… you kind of like, maybe, take it for granted, the history, the importance of it all, and the status. But for me, it’s clear. I see it clear as day. They’re one of the most important parts of modern British music, without any shadow of a doubt. You can’t argue with that

[Hook: Wiley]
I’m a figurehead here, that’s clear
Boy Better Know spitter, that’s clear
I know my team’s full of dons, that’s clear
With the bars, should we kill it every year
The other day I got a nice cheque, happy when it cleared
I send talent through the door, that’s clear
I’ve got a groove in my riddims, that’s rare
And I will spray up any riddim, that’s clear
I’m a figurehead here, that’s clear
Boy Better Know spitter, that’s clear
I know my team’s full of dons, that’s clear
With the bars, should we kill it every year
The other day I got a nice cheque, happy when it cleared
I send talent through the door, that’s clear
I’ve got a groove in my riddims, that’s rare
And I will spray up any riddim, that’s clear
I do it like yeah, yeah, yeah

645ar – I Want The Money Lyrics (feat. SenseiATL)

[Chorus]
I want the money so I’ma go get it
Been had racks, you still ain’t did it
Racks sit on me like a mof**kin’ bench
If it don’t make paper then it don’t make sense
Racks on me, ran it up from some cents
This clip on my mind and I think about life
In love with finessin’, I wanna make it my wife

[Verse]
When I get to shootin’, I ain’t gon’ miss twice
Put your life on the hit and I’m shootin’ like dice
Glizzy get to bitin’, bite like Mike Tyson
Just shoot it out, we too ugly to be fightin’
I got a K and it shot a nigga up
Ain’t scared to go to jail, I don’t give a f**k
If a nigga say it’s up then it’s up there
We on the f**k shit, we don’t play fair
Tom Brady, in the air
He ain’t gang, we up in there
Shit gets slippery and my niggas be slidin’
If it’s go time then I’m ridin’

[Interlude]
I need racks
I’m talkin’ ’bout racks

[Chorus]
I want the money so I’ma go get it
Been had racks, you still ain’t did it
Racks sit on me like a mof**kin’ bench
If it don’t make paper then it don’t make sense
Racks on me, ran it up from some cents
This clip on my mind and I think about life
In love with finessin’, I wanna make it my wife

Shotta Spence – White Collar Lyrics

[Intro]
Shotta

[Bridge]
Checks I’ve been cashing been looking like whoa
Check out my feet, you ain’t never seen those
Everyone’s stealing my sauce from my head to my toes
This looks familiar I been here before
Walking with Benjamins and they can’t fold
Only want chains if they 24 gold
Suddenly grown men be acting like hoes
Doing anything for a damn dollar

[Hook]
White Collar
I could never be, white collar
I will never fall down South
I been trippin out down South

[Verse 1]
Think I been drivin, 24 hours
Just one thing on my mind, almighty dollar
Why you tryna race when your tank on “E”?
Stop acting like you don’t bleed like me
We got the scene jump-jumpin
Now they wanna bite the Ear Drummers-
Like they name Mike Tyson
404 ridin
Grind out ’til I’m West Coast vibin
IPhone got money coming in
I can’t be white collar
Once I step in the building
All you broke boys gon’ start kneeling
Yup, got my money going up now
I got stacks inside my ceiling
I just stepped in the building kicking flavor for the children
Chain and my ring so bright I think my skin is gon’ start peeling

[Bridge]
Checks I’ve been cashing been looking like whoa
Check out my feet you ain’t never seen those
Everyone’s stealing my sauce from my head to my toes
This looks familiar I been here before
Walking with Benjamins and they can’t fold
Only want chains if they 24 gold
Suddenly grown men be acting like hoes
Doing anything for a damn dollar

[Hook]
White collar
I could never be, white collar
I will never fall down South
I been trippin out down South

[Verse 2]
Bang bang boogy lets see what you got
Four door benzo chopped off the top
Got a speeding ticket when I pulled it out the lot
Shawty I pull up to Barneys and be like
“excuse me, want ten of those” (ten)
Dealing with all of this business and bitches at once
It feel like I got tentacles
I’m at the Luxor hotel I feel like I’m in Cairo
Pull up to the roulette table, put it all on red I’m high rollin
Look who came to the party in that Bimmer with no ceiling
Once we step in the building all these bitches in they feelings
They asking how I did it when they see just how I’m living
Can’t be chasing women I’m to busy chasing illions

[Bridge]
Checks I’ve been cashing been looking like whoa
Check out my feet you ain’t never seen those
Everyone’s stealing my sauce from my head to my toes
This looks familiar I been here before
Walking with Benjamins and they can’t fold
Only want chains if they 24 gold
Suddenly grown men be acting like hoes
Doing anything for a damn dollar

[Hook]
White Collar
I could never be, white collar
I will never fall down South
I been trippin out down South

YBN Cordae – Have Mercy Lyrics

[Intro]
Kid
Ugh

[Chorus]
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinnin’ like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin’, beware
I don’t know where I’m goin’, huh
But I hope I’m on the right path
Life’ll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back
You niggas goin’ out slight sad
Know I’m all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back

[Verse 1]
There’s no complainin’ on this side
My niggas, shit is not tolerated
Cut some niggas off like a operation
And my team way more consolidated
Suite presidential, that’s inauguration
‘Cause we cookin’ crack like Ronald Reagan
Chip on my shoulder, boy, I’m not for waitin’
Divine timin’, took a lot of patience
Now it’s time for the takeover, all gas and the brake’s slower
Took a trip out to Tokyo, now I’m here in Paris for the layover
Fuck old niggas, boy, your day’s over
You mad at me because your pace slower
Bitter nigga, you a shade-thrower, I was just sleepin’ on a sofa
Now I ride with a paid chauffeur
‘Cause I’m way doper, better stay sober
I paint pictures, you a Crayola
I got a bad bitch and she laid over
She really asked could she stay over
I told her that we need to face closure
The smell of money has a great odor
These the things that I prayed over

[Chorus]
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinnin’ like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin’, beware
I don’t know where I’m goin’, huh
But I hope I’m on the right path
Life’ll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back
You niggas goin’ out slight sad
Know I’m all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back (Huh, huh)

[Verse 2]
Why cry over spilled milk if you still feel I’m the real deal?
My bitch bad with no ill-will ’cause she’ll murk a nigga like Kill Bill
Loose slips sink ships, Cam’ron pink drip, that is my fashion
I’m not really with the high flashin’, it’s no helpin’ with my braggin’
I penetrate it, been the greatest
New house, renovate it
I got the juice, you eliminated
Pussy niggas always instigatin’
Can’t fuck me over, boy, I’m too clever
That applies all to whoever
I’m just here to pursue pleasure
Boy, I’m goin’ out like Hugh Hefner

[Chorus]
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinnin’ like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin’, beware
I don’t know where I’m goin’, huh
But I hope I’m on the right path
Life’ll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back
You niggas goin’ out slight sad
Know I’m all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back

[Outro]
Baby Jesus, please save us
Baby Jesus, please save us

Rich Homie Quan – 34

[Intro]
30, you a fool for this one

[Chorus]
Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants saggin’, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunkin’ and we makin’ money, see that open door
We been gettin’ it, we been goin’ hard, boy, I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin’, way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it’s automatic
You work at Lids, puttin’ shit on your kids, go’n with all that cappin’ (talk your shit, Rich Homie)

[Verse 1]
Pulled up in that Benz, I hopped out perfect (I hopped out clean)
Tried to rob me, you got killed, now was it worth it? (fa-fa-fa-fa)
Might buy that Maybach, I grew up without no curtains (might buy that six-three, nigga)
And when I get it, I’ma keep my windows rolled up on purpose (ayy, ayy)
You can’t tell a nigga like me shit (nah)
I ain’t have it all when I was little (nope)
Sixteen years old, drinkin’ liquor (what?)
I ain’t never ever touched a beer (ha)
I ain’t never ever touch a mill’ (never)
Till I stayed down and start rappin’ (I stayed down, nigga)
Then I turned my dreams into reality (that right too), I rode that

[Chorus]
Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants saggin’, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunkin’ and we makin’ money, see that open door
We been gettin’ it, we been goin’ hard, boy, I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin’, way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it’s automatic
You work at Lids, puttin’ shit on your kids, go’n with all that cappin’

[Verse 2]
We were growin’ up, fightin’ when we were kids (yeah)
Remember some nights where we ain’t eat? (ayy)
I was Holyfield, hustlin’ in the trap (truth)
They was Mike Tyson, bitin’ on the kid (ayy, Mike)
I remember tryin’ to get rich (hey)
Smokin’ two for fives of the mid (woo)
Never had nothing growin’ up (nah)
Nigga, don’t be surprised when I get it (ayy)
Where were you when I was on my dick? (woo)
I was so broke, I needed fix (yup)
Reminiscin’ ’bout me growin’ up
You know I hate to talk about this shit (I do)
Load the ten and walked up out the bitch (ten)
Stripper fame, tryin’ to see who gettin’ it (ha)
Walkin’ around with that thang on me
And you know I got my license for this bitch (Rich Homie, baby)

[Chorus]
Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants saggin’, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunkin’ and we makin’ money, see that open door
We been gettin’ it, we been goin’ hard, boy, I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin’, way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it’s automatic
You work at Lids, puttin’ shit on your kids, go’n with all that cappin’

T-Pain – Booty (Remix) (feat. Young Cash)

[Intro: T-Pain]
Look at the booty, you got on you, toot toot
That booty, you got on you, toot toot
Look at the booty, you got on you, toot toot
Look at the booty, you got on you, toot toot
Look at the booty, you got on you, toot toot
That booty, you got on you, toot toot
Look at the booty, you got on you, toot toot (woo)
Look at the booty, you got on you, toot toot

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Yeah, toot toot
Oh, girl, I wanna see you, twerk
I’ma make that pussy, squirt
If you scared, go to, church
Toot toot
Uh, get all up in that, skirt
Coming all over your, shirt
Put the pussy in the, dirt
Toot toot
Oh, I love that booty
Hammer dance on the booty
Don’t you put pants on the booty, oh no
Toot toot
Uh, and I miss that booty, yeah
Might need to kiss that booty, yeah
Would you let a nigga hit that booty? Oh no

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
You gotta see this bitch out, put regular pants on (girl, where them leggings?)
Impossible booty, yeah
I get my dance on
My dick fuck right on top of that booty (brrrr)
She get on the wave
Ain’t no stopping that booty (hol’ up)
She tryna get saved
I put my choppers on duty
Toot toot
Put that booty on you too
Get a million and [?], ooh, ooh
Toot toot
Boop, boop
Pop it, drop it, stop it, pop it
If I T-Mix on your shit, I’m a motherfuckin’ rocket

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Yeah, toot toot
Oh, girl, I wanna see you, twerk
I’ma make that pussy, squirt
If you scared, go to, church
Toot toot
Uh, get all up in that, skirt
Coming all over your, shirt
Put the pussy in the, dirt
Toot toot
Oh, I love that booty
Hammer dance on the booty
Don’t you put pants on the booty, oh no
Toot toot
Uh, and I miss that booty, yeah
Might need to kiss that booty, yeah
Would you let a nigga hit that booty? Oh no

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
Bounce that booty on the floor (shake)
Shake it ’til you get a lil sore (shake)
Show ’em your mama made a ho (shake, twerk twerk)
Go’n ‘head, get a little low (shake)
Shake that booty in the car (shake)
Shake that booty in the store (shake)
(Twerk twerk, shake)
Pop it, stop it, drop it, pop it
If I hit Alexis Skyy, I’ma motherfuckin’ rock it (twerk twerk, shake)
I ain’t got no fucking heart
I can’t be loyal to you whore
You weren’t here from the start (twerk twerk)

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Twerk twerk), twerk
Girl I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Twerk twerk), twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Twerk twerk)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (twerk twerk)

[Verse 3: Young Cash]
If I see that out, be your one and only
Promise, promise, I will never leave that booty lonely
I wouldn’t cheat with that booty, it’s big, what to do with that booty?
Make me a mill like that booty, put a lil pill in that booty
We rolling in the strip club, swerving my car
Like it’s stolen, she’s sitting on my lap with all of these ones
My dick growing, tell the barmaid to bring another drink
And keep pouring, just keep pouring
Tryna get that booty drunk (drunk)
She say you got me lit (got me lit)
Weed and straight Hennessy
None of that Bill Cosby shit
And you’re bouncing that booty so good
I just might make you my main thot (my thot)
That booty so round and soft
I could kill that if it’s fake, girl, or not, that booty

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Twerk twerk), twerk
Girl I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Twerk twerk), twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Twerk twerk)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (twerk twerk)

Blac Youngsta – Booty (Remix) (feat. Chris Brown, Jeezy & Trey Songz)

Beatmaster
Yung Lan on the track
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Chicken in the spot, jerk (jerk), what’s it in the pot? Work (work, woo)
Push button start, hit one button, turn the whole top to a vert (damn)
Let the AK squirt (boom), Lamborghini truck, purp (oh)
Nigga play with me, merked (yeah), then where you goin’? Church (let’s go)
Street certified and your nigga know that (know that)
Tell them bitches go and free Kodak (yeah)
While they at it tell them go and free Meechie (free him)
Had to cut them niggas off, they was leechin’ (fuck ’em)
Tourin’ with some bitches (bitches), FYI your bitch free (yeah)
I’m hard on a bitch, it ain’t easy (yeah)
Sold soft for the rent, it wasn’t easy (hard)
Tell judge gon’ free Meek Mill (Meek Mill)
21 summers, ain’t sleep still (nah)
Forehead ache like an Advil (white), 1998 got cash still (damn)
Flip that work with a gas grill (ayy)
Fuck around, had to pay gas bill
White 2 door cost your boy half mill (oh)
What you think ya bitch do on a half pill?

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big ol’ booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Smash, spank that, ass, gas, smoke that (oh)
Little bitty bitch, throat that, yeah (ooh, ooh)
Pop it, drop it, you know I got the money, bitch, stop it
You a carbon, copy, call me, papi
Can’t pay the bills, she stupid, if she let me hit, I’ll do it
Big booty, black and beautiful, suwoop, chain got rubies
Batman, Bruce Wayne got groupies, catwoman, that pussy got boobies
Jump all in it, shoot, fuck it up, back it up, toot toot (twerk)
Big ol’ booty, bih, come over, got her titties in the Gucci
She fit the booty in them fashionova
Yeah, you ain’t no groupie, I’m Lyon like Lucious
That ass on stupid, and I’m tryna smash, man included
I wanna put you on a better team
Her booty shakin’ on my dick is something that I’ve never seen
I fuck her at the head of the bed instead lettin’ her get ahead of me
I’ma leave the dick in, bitch, you never gettin’ rid of me
Got my money on that ass, okay, what you sellin’ me?
I said I gotta spend a bag, okay what you tellin’ me?
I ain’t playin’ with yo ass, I already got too many felonies
If my bullet stick out, you gon’ really get the rest of me

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
Yeah, smack it up, flip it, rub it down, BBD
Yeah, I know you heard the news about that BBC
Yeah, greatest in that box, RIP Ali
Mmm, she say she love my kids, taste my legacy
Ooh, she go stupid, I’m no Cupid, I don’t cuff her, I can’t lose it
What she say I’m sleepin’ on her, I just said she just caught me snoozin’
Got a Uzi, she so woozy, that big booty such a doozy
I’m too G, word to Gucci, light a J, that’s word to Juicy, uh
Spread it open like a flower when the sun hit, yeah, uh
Girl, you like a Starburst, sunkissed, yeah
I got you bustin’ like a hunnid drum clip, yeah, uh
I throw a lil’ money, you make me cum quick

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk (lil’ bih)
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 4: Blac Youngsta]
Bounce that booty on the floor (shake)
Shake it ’til you get a lil sore (shake)
Show ’em your mama made a ho (shake, twerk twerk)
Go’n ‘head, get a little low (shake)
Shake that booty in the car (shake)
Shake that booty in the store (shake)
(Twerk twerk, shake)
Pop it, stop it, drop it, pop it
If I hit Alexis Skyy, I’ma motherfuckin’ rock it (twerk twerk, shake)
I ain’t got no fuckin’ heart
I can’t be loyal to you whore
You weren’t here from the start (twerk twerk)

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big ol’ booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

Blac Youngsta – Booty (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Chicken in the spot, jerk (jerk)
What’s it in the pot? Work (work, woo)
Push button start, hit one button, turn the whole top to a vert (damn)
Let the AK squirt (boom)
Lamborghini truck, purp (oh)
Nigga play with me, merked (yeah)
Then where you going? Church (let’s go)
Street certified and your nigga know that (know that)
Tell them bitches go and free Kodak (yeah)
While they at it tell them go and free Meechie (free him)
Had to cut them niggas off, they was leeching (fuck ’em)
Touring with some bitches (bitches)
FYI your bitch free (yeah)
I’m hard on a bitch, it ain’t easy (yeah)
So soft for the rent, it wasn’t easy (hard)
Tell judge gon’ free Meek Mill (Meek Mill)
21 summers, ain’t sleep still (nah)
Forehead ache like an Advil (white)
1998 got cash still (damn)
Flip that work with a gas grill (ayy)
Fuck around, had to pay gas bill
White 2 door cost your boy half mill (oh)
What you think ya bitch do on a half pill?

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Smash, spank that, ass, gas, smoke that (oh)
Little bitty bitch, throat that, yeah (ooh, ooh)
Pop it, drop it, you know I got the money, bitch, stop it
You a carbon, copy, call me, papi
Can’t pay the bills, she stupid
If she let me hit, I’ll do it
Big booty, black and beautiful
Suwoop, chain got rubies
Batman, Bruce Wayne got groupies
Catwoman, that pussy got boobies
Jump all in it, shoot, fuck it up, back it up, toot toot (twerk)
Big ol’ booty, bih, come over, got her titties in the Gucci
She fit the booty in them fashionova
Yeah, you ain’t no groupie
I’m Lyon like Lucious
That ass on stupid, and I’m tryna smash, man, [?]
I wanna put you on a better team
Her booty shaking on my dick is something that I’ve never seen
I fuck her at the head of the bed instead letting her get ahead of me
I’ma leave the dick in, bitch, you never getting rid of me
Got my money on that ass, okay, what you selling me?
I said I gotta spend a bag, okay what you telling me?
I ain’t playing with yo ass, I already got too many felonies
If my bullet stick out, you gon’ really get the rest of me

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
Yeah, smack it up, flip it, rub it down, BBD
Yeah, I know you heard the news about that BBC
Yeah, greatest in that box, RIP Ali
Mmm, she say she love my kids, taste my legacy
Ooh, she go stupid, I’m no Cupid
I don’t cuff her, I can’t lose it
What she say I’m sleeping on her
I just said she just caught me snoozing
Got a Uzi, she so woozy, that big booty such a doozy
I’m too G, word to Gucci
Light a J, that’s word to Juicy, uh
Spread it open like a flower when the sun hit, yeah, uh
Girl, you like a Starburst, sunkissed, yeah
I got you busting like a hunnid drum clip, yeah, uh
I throw a lil’ money, you make me cum quick

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk (lil’ bih)
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 4: Blac Youngsta]
Bounce that booty on the floor (shake)
Shake it ’til you get a lil sore (shake)
Show ’em your mama made a ho (shake, twerk twerk)
Go’n ‘head, get a little low (shake)
Shake that booty in the car (shake)
Shake that booty in the store (shake)
(Twerk twerk, shake)
Pop it, stop it, drop it, pop it
If I hit Alexis Skyy, I’ma motherfuckin’ rock it (twerk twerk, shake)
I ain’t got no fucking heart
I can’t be loyal to you whore
You weren’t here from the start (twerk twerk)

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

Blac Youngsta – Booty lyrics

[Hook]
(Twerk)
Girl I wanna see you, Twerk
I’ll throw a lil money if you Twerk
Ion really think you could, Twerk
(Twerk)
If you broke, Go to, Work
Make that big booty, Twerk
Make that big booty, Twerk
Can I touch that Booty?
That booty, that big ol’ booty
Shake that booty, Can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty

[Verse 1]
Bounce that booty on the floor (Shit)
Shake till you get a lil sore (Shit)
Show em, yo mamma made a hoe (Shit)
Go ahead and get a little low (Shit)
Shake that booty in the car (Shit)
Shake that booty in the store (Shit)
(Shit)
Pop it, Stop it, Drop it, Pop it
If I hit Alexis Skyy
I’m a motherf*ckin rocket
(Shit)
I ain’t got no f*cking heart
I can’t be loyal to you whore
You weren’t here from the start

[Hook]
(Twerk)
Girl I wanna see you, Twerk
I’ll throw a lil money if you Twerk
Ion really think you could, Twerk
(Twerk)
If you broke, Go to, Work
Make that big booty, Twerk
Make that big booty, Twerk
Can I touch that Booty?
That booty, that big ol’ booty
Shake that booty, Can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty

[Verse 2]
Damn, skinny petite (Damn)
I know my bitch love me
Cause she rub my feet (Damn)
(Damn)
You don’t touch me, somebody goin’ touch me
You don’t f*ck me, somebody goin’ f*ck me
You don’t love me, somebody goin’ love me
Money don’t walk, I gotta go and get it
Shake that booty, I’ll come visit
If you thick, I might hit it
(Damn)
Shake that booty for a ride (Damn)
Shake that booty on live (Damn)
Shake that booty outside (Damn)

[Hook]
(Twerk)
Girl I wanna see you, Twerk
I’ll throw a lil money if you Twerk
Ion really think you could, Twerk
(Twerk)
If you broke, Go to, Work
Make that big booty, Twerk
Make that big booty, Twerk
Can I touch that Booty?
That booty, that big ol’ booty
Shake that booty, Can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty

Blac Youngsta – Booty (Uncensored)

[Hook]
(Twerk)
Girl I wanna see you, Twerk
I’ll throw a lil money if you Twerk
Ion really think you could, Twerk
(Twerk)
If you broke, Go to, Work
Make that big booty, Twerk
Make that big booty, Twerk
Can I touch that Booty?
That booty, that big ol’ booty
Shake that booty, Can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty

[Verse 1]
Bounce that booty on the floor (Shit)
Shake till you get a lil sore (Shit)
Show em, yo mamma made a hoe (Shit)
Go ahead and get a little low (Shit)
Shake that booty in the car (Shit)
Shake that booty in the store (Shit)
(Shit)
Pop it, Stop it, Drop it, Pop it
If I hit Alexis Skyy
I’m a motherfuckin rocket
(Shit)
I ain’t got no fucking heart
I can’t be loyal to you whore
You weren’t here from the start

[Hook]
(Twerk)
Girl I wanna see you, Twerk
I’ll throw a lil money if you Twerk
Ion really think you could, Twerk
(Twerk)
If you broke, Go to, Work
Make that big booty, Twerk
Make that big booty, Twerk
Can I touch that Booty?
That booty, that big ol’ booty
Shake that booty, Can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty

[Verse 2]
Damn, skinny petite (Damn)
I know my bitch love me
Cause she rub my feet (Damn)
(Damn)
You don’t touch me, somebody goin’ touch me
You don’t fuck me, somebody goin’ fuck me
You don’t love me, somebody goin’ love me
Money don’t walk, I gotta go and get it
Shake that booty, I’ll come visit
If you thick, I might hit it
(Damn)
Shake that booty for a ride (Damn)
Shake that booty on live (Damn)
Shake that booty outside (Damn)

[Hook]
(Twerk)
Girl I wanna see you, Twerk
I’ll throw a lil money if you Twerk
Ion really think you could, Twerk
(Twerk)
If you broke, Go to, Work
Make that big booty, Twerk
Make that big booty, Twerk
Can I touch that Booty?
That booty, that big ol’ booty
Shake that booty, Can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty

Migos – Roll In Peace (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Verse 1: Offset]
In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceilin’ light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie, yeah, that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds, yeah, they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it
Count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it
Thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m O-Dog from Menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the Lord, forgive me (hey)

[Verse 2: TakeOff]
Pop me a missile (ayy)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Whole gang itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lenny
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail ’em
Which way? Dat way, tell ’em, ayy

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Man it’s Gucci Mane the Goat
And I’m at these rappers throats
I’m like Scarface on a banana boat, I’m tryna keep afloat
Yeah it’s Wop the Guwopster
I live like a mobster
Eat shrimp and lobster
I flew in with a chopper
Breaking bread that’s my breakfast
Two bitches I’m so selfish
I wanna cut her off
Her head too good it got me helpless
Ya should feel embarrassed
I just touched down in Paris
My homie said he single but his side-bitches are married
Save some for the drama though
Guess I’m still the DJ
[?]
So I’m throwing cash and repay
Flush it on the freeway
Got cash [?] 3k
Countin’ cash for three days and all my pussy’s prepaid

Lil Pump – Pinky Ring Lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]
We finna make history
[?] in this mufucka
Lil Pump, what’s up?
I started right where you at, nigga
50 million later, ya hear me?
Whoa
Maybach Music

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
All the hoes wanna suck dick
All the hoes wanna fuck me
All the niggas wanna hate though
Get whacked in the front seat
Face down when she topless
Can’t post all the choppas
Dade County where I came from
No room for imposters
Cocaine on the stovetop
Yayo up, won’t lie
Advance break like a b-ball
Bullet hole like a donut
Bel-Air for the new crib
Bel-Air for the black bottom
Bel-Air my new old school
Gettin’ out like I’m John Gotti
Fuck nigga don’t want none
Goin’ bad like I’m on somethin’
50 grand for the new watch
Rob me and I won’t run
Window on the photo
Call her up on the polo
Everybody still gang-gang but your ass die solo
Everybody die solo, everybody die solo
Everybody die solo, everybody die solo

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Pump]
Bang
Lil Pump, ooh, ayy

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
I fuck your bitch in some Gucci loafers
I bust a nut in her Louie sofa
VVS all on my diamond choker
I crashed the Porsche and I crashed the Rover
I told my mama I’m sorry, ooh
I think I just popped a Molly, yuh
I think I’m whippin’ up whitney
I’m whippin’ up whitney, I turn into Scotty, ooh
Lil Pump in Maserati, ooh
Lil Pump ain’t got no license, yeah
I fuck a bitch, I ain’t wifin’, ooh
Bite a bitch ear like Mike Tyson, yuh

[Verse 3: SmokePurpp]
Hard, got lean in my backpack (backpack)
MAC-11 turned to a Big Mac (blat, blat, blat)
Niggas gettin’ pulled like a thumb tack (woo)
Let me get the pen, hit a Chase bank (Chase bank)
Niggas want beer, we got that
And I got water on me like flapjack (water, water, water)
Came in the club with a big rack
Bitch, I want the lean and I’m doin’ up the zig-zags
Pinky ring, diamond ring
Fuck up the pot with like 10 chains
Hood rich, bitch, I don’t need fame
Pull up on your bitch in an airplane
I just got brand new shoes
All day zap up, crash the Coupe
And I brought a dog in the club, too
Everything I buy, I gotta buy two

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring

ASAP Ferg – Nasty (Who Dat) (feat. Migos) (Still Striving Album)

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya (Migos, Ferg)
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Your bitch been a fan while she hittin’ my J
Another deal with Adidas ’cause I’m feelin’ like that
Now, now I just blow the money, got ’em swimmin’ in cash
I don’t even throw the money, sit the brick on her ass
Your bitch been a fan while she hittin’ my J
Another deal with Adidas ’cause I’m feelin’ like that
Now, now I just blow the money, got ’em swimmin’ in cash
I don’t even throw the money, sit the brick on her ass

[Bridge: A$AP Ferg]
All these bricks and money I been stackin’
All these dollars bustin’ through the plastic
1800 got me blastin’
I’ma keep the money comin’, keep dancin’
Tonight I fell in love with a stripper
Ferguson can be her last name
Who dat, who dat, who dat on your Insta?
Invite her to my crib, we gettin’ nasty

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?

[Verse 2: Takeoff & Quavo]
Stars in the ceilin’, Wraith top
Who dat rich mothafucka named Takeoff?
Bad bitch ass soft, beat her face off
Lawyer Jew, was ’bout that paper, knock that case off
(Quavo) Ice shine bright, one hell of a night (ice)
Once I hit it one time, bet I make her swipe (cash)
Beat the pussy, Ike, Mike Tyson bite (woo)Early A.M. on the red eye flight
A1 dope, nigga can’t forget the steak sauce
Same hoes everywhere I go, Nate Dogg
We run from the red dog, pick up when that bag call
Flew to New York ’bout that thread talk, put on when Ferg call
(Blrrt blrrt!) Hello, what’s up? Yeah, it’s my brother Ferg
Double park that Bentley (skrrt) on the Harlem curb (brrr)
I can flip a pigeon and a dirty bird (brrr)
Chopper with precision, you better mind your business

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?

[Bridge: A$AP Ferg]
All these bricks and money I been stackin’
All dollars bustin’ through the plastic
1800 got me blastin’
I’ma keep the money comin’, keep dancin’
Tonight I fell in love with a stripper
Ferguson can be her last name
Who dat, who dat, who dat on your Insta?
Invite her to my crib, we gettin’ nasty

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?

Nasty (Who Dat)

Lyrics to ‘Nasty (Who Dat)’ by ASAP Ferg:

–Chorus: A$AP Ferg–
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya (Migos, Ferg)
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?

–Verse 1: A$AP Ferg–
Your bitch been a fan while she hittin’ my J
Another deal with Adidas ’cause I’m feelin’ like that
Now, now I just blow the money, got ’em swimmin’ in cash
I don’t even throw the money, sit the brick on her ass
Your bitch been a fan while she hittin’ my J
Another deal with Adidas cause I’m feelin’ like that
Now, now I just blow the money, got ’em swimmin’ in cash
I don’t even throw the money, sit the brick on her ass

–Bridge: A$AP Ferg–
All these bricks and money I been stackin’
All these dollars bustin’ through the plastic
1800 got me blastin’
I’ma keep the money comin’, keep dancin’
Tonight I fell in love with a stripper
Ferguson can be her last name
Who dat, who dat, who dat on your Insta?
Invite her to my crib, we gettin’ nasty

–Chorus: A$AP Ferg–
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?

–Verse 2: Takeoff & Quavo–
Stars in the ceilin’, Wraith top
Who dat rich mothafucka named Takeoff?
Bad bitch ass soft, beat her face off
Lawyer Jew, was ’bout that paper, knock that case off
(Quavo) Ice shine bright, one hell of a night (ice)
Once I hit it one time, bet I make her swipe (cash)
Beat the pussy, Ike, Mike Tyson bite (woo)
Early A.M. on the red eye flight
A1 dope, nigga can’t forget the steak sauce
Same hoes everywhere I go, Nate Dogg
We run from the red dog, pick up when that bag call
Flew to New York ’bout that thread talk, put on when Ferg call
(Blrrt blrrt!) Hello, what’s up? Yeah, it’s my brother Ferg
Double park that Bentley (skrrt) on the Harlem curb (brrr)
I can flip a pigeon and a dirty bird (brrr)
Chopper with precision, you better mind your business

–Chorus: A$AP Ferg–
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?

–Bridge: A$AP Ferg–
All these bricks and money I been stackin’
All dollars bustin’ through the plastic
1800 got me blastin’
I’ma keep the money comin’, keep dancin’
Tonight I fell in love with a stripper
Ferguson can be her last name
Who dat, who dat, who dat on your Insta?
Invite her to my crib, we gettin’ nasty

–Chorus: A$AP Ferg–
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?

Mike Tyson vs. Muhammed Ali – Kurdo songtexte

Songtexte Kurdo – Mike Tyson vs. Muhammed Ali

Treffe Kurdo beim Italiener Macaroni
Führen Albumverhandlungen, so wie Mafiosis
Hier rappen zwei Mios auf den Beat verteilt
Doch wir war’n schon auf der Straße vor dem G-Star-Hype
Ich geb’ ein’n F*ck auf deine YouTube-Channels
Kurdo, komm, wir f*cken BibisBeautyPalace! (ah!)
Das ist keine Guten-Morgen-Musik
Sondern Pornographie bis zur Orthopädie (haha)
Wir verfolgen andre Interessen
Ich bin schon seit der Kindheit von der Hantelbank besessen
Hunderttausend Euro unterm Kissen (Kissen)
Nur durch deutsche Rapper dissen.(mike tyson)

Lamborghini – nein, dafür bin ich zu breit
Denn alle meine sieben Brüder passen hier nicht rein
Deshalb steig’ ich in den Jeep, Nutte, siehst du mein Profil
Denkst du, ich wäre kein Rapper, sondern aus der UFC.

Ey, mein Vorbild ist Ali! (Muhammad Ali, Muhammad Ali)
Muhammad Ali (Ich heb’ die Fäuste wie Ali, wie Ali)
Ich heb’ die Fäuste wie Ali (Muhammad Ali)
Muhammad Ali (Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee!)
(Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee!)

Mister Majoe mein Zuname
Es geht .. und endet in ‘ner Blutlache
Denn ich trag’ den Schlagring als Talisman
Wozu soll ich reden, wenn ich schlagen kann?
Ihr seht nicht aus wie Rapper, mehr wie Studenten
Ich so wie Hulk oder Schwergewichtchampions
Ja, du willst Beef, aber kannst es nicht ändern
Ich komm’ in ‘nem Panzer mit zwanzig Cousins drin
Ja, dann ist Sense wie in den Favelas
Ich kam nicht in Frieden und heiß’ nicht Nelson Mandela
Ich trag’ Pelz durch die GEMA und seh’ dadurch aus wie Wolverine
Erst tragt ihr Oversize und danach Overknees.

Lamborghini – nein, dafür bin ich zu breit
Denn alle meine sieben Brüder passen hier nicht rein
Deshalb steig’ ich in den Jeep, Nutte, siehst du mein Profil
Denkst du, ich wäre kein Rapper, sondern aus der UFC.

Ey, mein Vorbild ist Ali! (Muhammad Ali, Muhammad Ali)
Muhammad Ali (Ich heb’ die Fäuste wie Ali, wie Ali)
Ich heb’ die Fäuste wie Ali (Muhammad Ali)
Muhammad Ali (Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee!)
(Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee!)

Everybody stop talking now, attention.
I told you, all of my critics, I told you all that
I was the greatest of all time .. listen, I told you today,
I’m still the greatest of all time, never again defeat me,
never again faded .. defeated, never againnn.
Kurdo songtexte
Video Muhammed Ali

2Pac – Lie To Kick It (feat. Richie Rich) (Remixes Vol. 1 Album)

Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson.
It’s all good.

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x2]

Jack of all trades ballin’ like Jordan you punk
fake inside the paint in fact I know you can’t
do half of the shit that you was claimin’ in the county
Suckas on yo jock you claim you run the block
Polyurethane busta cracked in half
you claim you folding bank but I know yo bank stank
I lived around the corner I seen you fully smoked
Must I say some more you weighed a buck 04
you sold ya TV for a buck cause it was way too late
Now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight
You’s a baller lying to them youngstas quick
got them thinking you sick and representing yo click
But you’s an old basehead kickin’ too much hype
yo bicentennial pipe it got rally stripes
And if they knew yo identity
you’d probably be the victim of a sticking (ugh ugh)
You ain’t got to lie to kick it.

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x4]

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
y’all don’t hear me
I got these niggas yackin’ in my face
about some shit that never took place
And what you see is what you get
that’s what he told me
I peeped it in his pose
exposed the fucking phony
I’m gettin’ richer so they claim to be my homie
with them bitches they be freaky
they don’t know me
Hey it’s gettin drastic
Gunnin niggas down cause they plastic
Sleep on a G and get that ass kicked
and stuffed inside a casket
Rippin’ the shit like it’s my muthafucking last hit
Hey they wonder why a nigga’s nothin’ nice
and everytime I bust a nut I fuck for Tyson
Cause I know the real on the bitch
she got to skit ya just to get a nigga’s riches (fuck that bitch)
I pray to God that the bitch don’t get no dick
and got a nigga screamin’ Fuck That Bitch!

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x4]

Well if a bitch’ll be a bitch
Then a trick’ll be a trick
I’ve got my nigga Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix
this is Thug Life baby rollin’ hoes like Vogues
Stay the fuck up out of mine
and I’ll stay out of yours
It’s a Oakland thang and bitch you wouldn’t understand
This Tanqueray got me screamin’ Fuck yo’ man.
But now you beefing on the strength
that you was thinkin’ I was jocking
Hey bitch I got no time for hoes I’m steady clockin’
and if it ain’t about a buck I gives a fuck
it’s raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck
so what’s up with them low life bitches tryin’ to play me
Bitch you better see Trojan about yo’ baby (Ha ha)
Trickin’ niggas better catch up on they pimpin’
Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slipping

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x5]

Nav – Good For It

[Verse 1]
Spark a Woody, gettin’ buzz like Lightyear
You fuck that bitch, I fucked her first so I might care
Got these rappers stressin’ out, they growin’ white hair
I dumped that bitch, sold her a dream, I gave her nightmares
They talkin’ shit from far away, my .40 right here
Shooter shoot like Steve Kerr, I feel like Mike here
Told that bitch I’m not Mike Tyson, I don’t bite ears
My shorty 21, she in her prime years
I don’t want her body, I want her mind, yeah
My Lambo will transform, Optimus Prime, yeah
I had to leave the Rex, the 6 is full of slimes, yeah
They see me gettin’ money, feel like droppin’ dimes, yeah
She said she wanna be my wife, I said don’t waste my time
I’ll prolly keep on fuckin’ bitches ’til I’m 49
Please don’t try me ’cause you know I’m Addy’d up
He thought he was lit until we lit him up

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m just a brown boy with a bag
I got hitters poppin’ shit, I’m just poppin’ all these tags
Come get your issue, we got mags
The only time when I’m not fuckin’ on your bitch, she on the rag

[Chorus]
Told my plug I need a pound
You know I’m good for it
I book a flight for your bitch
She know I’m good for it
My jeweler made another chain
He know I’m good for it
I’m what the music game needed
Yeah I’m good for it

[Verse 2]
Got some money and they sayin’ that I changed now
She don’t wanna fuck me, I’m tryna fuck her friend now
She said she not a stripper, I still made her strip now
I’m doin’ good, I left the Rex, I’m off the strip now
Had to upgrade all my shooters, got ’em 30 clips
Told ’em best not wear my merch when you be doin’ shit
My bro still in the trap, I’m tryna get him out the shit
‘Cause he can’t build a house with only half a brick
Ain’t talkin’ burgers when I say that we was hittin’ licks
You fuck around I might just fuck around and fuck your bitch
You switch your life around and that’s when all your family switch
Tell me who else would keep the lights on if I wasn’t lit
These pussies actin’ like some toilets, wanna take my shit
I got some Mali’s from the south side, they be sprayin’ shit
Like 2K player mode, I had to recreate myself
You wearin’ fake designer, try to recreate my belt

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m just a brown boy with a bag
I got hitters poppin’ shit, I’m just poppin’ all these tags
Come get your issue, we got mags
The only time when I’m not fuckin’ on your bitch, she on the rag

[Chorus]
Told my plug I need a pound
You know I’m good for it
I book a flight for your bitch
She know I’m good for it
My jeweler made another chain
He know I’m good for it
I’m what the music game needed
Yeah I’m good for it

Migos – Get Right Witcha

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)

Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain’t touchin’ (nah, skrt)
Lookin’ at your hoe because she bustin’ (ye, woo)
Ridin’ in the coupe with the wings (brrt)
Going to Thailand with them chinks (chinks)
Percocet party, servin’ fiends (perky!)
Swear to god my plug was Vietnamese (brrt brrt brrt)
Taliban, my drugs, wrap ’em please (Taliban)
Servin’ all day, my gas on E (let’s go)
Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty)
Shadows keep wavin’ by my window (woo, shadows)
Thankin’ God he saved my life from kick doors (god!)
Still sippin’ oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Offset!
In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceiling light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie yeah that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds yeah they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it, count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it, thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m a dog from menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the lord, forgive me (hey)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Pop me a missile (aye)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Hoe game itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lennon
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell ’em, aye

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

MIGOS – Get Right Witcha lyrics

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)

Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain’t touchin’ (nah, skrt)
Lookin’ at your hoe because she bustin’ (ye, woo)
Ridin’ in the coupe with the wings (brrt)
Going to Thailand with them chinks (chinks)
Percocet party, servin’ fiends (perky!)
Swear to god my plug was Vietnamese (brrt brrt brrt)
Taliban, my drugs, wrap ’em please (Taliban)
Servin’ all day, my gas on E (let’s go)
Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty)
Shadows keep wavin’ by my window (woo, shadows)
Thankin’ God he saved my life from kick doors (god!)
Still sippin’ oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceiling light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie yeah that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds yeah they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it, count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it, thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m a dog from menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the lord, forgive me (hey)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Pop me a missile (aye)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Hoe game itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lennon
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell ’em, aye

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Migos – Get Right Witcha lyrics

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)

Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain’t touchin’ (nah, skrt)
Lookin’ at your hoe because she bustin’ (ye, woo)
Ridin’ in the coupe with the wings (brrt)
Going to Thailand with them chinks (chinks)
Percocet party, servin’ fiends (perky!)
Swear to god my plug was Vietnamese (brrt brrt brrt)
Taliban, my drugs, wrap ’em please (Taliban)
Servin’ all day, my gas on E (let’s go)
Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty)
Shadows keep wavin’ by my window (woo, shadows)
Thankin’ God he saved my life from kick doors (god!)
Still sippin’ oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceiling light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie yeah that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds yeah they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it, count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it, thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m a dog from menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the lord, forgive me (hey)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Pop me a missile (aye)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Hoe game itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lennon
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell ’em, aye

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Mike Tyson – If You Show Up (Soulja Boy Diss)

[Hook]
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
I’m Mike Tyson
It’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out

[Verse 1]
Soulja Boy was talking shit on Instagram
But social media don’t make a fucking man
Everybody talk shit
Behind the keys
Imma sting like a venereal disease
If you fucking with my click?
You going down
I’m Mike Tyson and you gonna feel the wrath
I’m the god of the ring
Greatest around
Soulja Boy you can’t fuck with Chris Brown, Fucker

[Hook]
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
I’m Mike Tyson
It’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out, fucker

[Verse 2]
I’m talking shit cuz I’m the champ
Soulja Boy you don’t stand a fucking chance
If you show up? Sorry man
Chris Brown is gonna make you shit your pants
I’m Mike Tyson, the greatest ever
Mayweather, fairweather
I seen your fights man, a lot of hype man
And Soulja gon wish you never took the fight man, fucker

[Hook]
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
I’m Mike Tyson
It’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out, fucker

I’m worth too many ems
They say Soulja ain’t from the hood
Aye ma they say Soulja ain’t from the hood
Yo don’t touch me, what the….

[Hook]
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
I’m Mike Tyson

Nef The Pharaoh – Mistletoe (Unsensored)

[Spoken Intro: Nef The Pharaoh]
I need all the sexy ass ladies to come down to the dance floor right now
We just changed the course of history
Christmas ain’t gon’ never be the same

[Hook: Nef The Pharaoh]
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe

[Bridge: Nef The Pharaoh]
My son saw his mum [?] skin, Santa Claus
My son saw his mum [?] skin, Santa Claus
My son saw his mum [?] skin, Santa Claus
My son saw his mum [?] skin, Santa Claus

[Verse 1: Nef The Pharaoh]
Shoutout to them stripping ass thick thots
As soon they can powder their nose
On the pole she know all types of tricks bruh
She will have you spending your dough
All the pimps try to knock her
But they never succeed
And i’m the type of cat that never drops her
Thats why she’s coming home with me

[Hook: Nef The Pharaoh]
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe

[Verse 2: Nef The Pharaoh]
Scrolling through my muthafucking phone
Tryna find me a thoty that’ll slide
Over the hills we go
In a brand new drop top ride
(keys, keys, keys)
Diamonds on my chains hit ore
Mike Tyson on fight night
If you see her riding in my car
She gon’ go and take pipe
(aight, aight, aight)

[Hook: Nef The Pharaoh]
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe

Fetty Wap – Like A Star (feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj + Fetty Wap]
Young Money!
Ayy
Uh
Yeah baby, woah
Ayyy

[Verse 1: Fetty Wap]
I’ma give you this work, work, baby
You know I’m a flirt, flirt, baby
Hop in this Vert Vert baby
Top down then skrrt, skrrt, baby
What’s the move in the streets?
Bad and I only got a thing for you
Stop ’til she know it
Ayy, can I get your number, babe?
Ayy, and I only want her, babe

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
Ayy, just like a star, babe
Ayy, shot from afar, babe
Ayy, spaceship to Mars, babe
Ayy, if it’s mine then it’s yours, baby
Ayy, just like a star, babe
Ayy, a shot from afar, baby
Ayy, a spaceship to Mars, babe
Ayy, if it’s mine then it’s yours, baby
Let me see if you can shake for a little
Girl you so bad, just drop for a little
Make it come back and gon’ make it wiggle
Watch them be mad, and girl you’s official
Let me see if you can shake for a little
Girl you so bad, just drop for a little
Make it come back and gon’ make it wiggle
Watch them be mad, and girl you official, yeah

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Throw the confetti, I’m wild petty
Tell your hoes go and drain my spaghetti
And don’t gas ’em without Getty
Kitty on jet ski, panties and a wet tee
Give ’em that water ride, this that Six Flags
This that moan Chanel Boy Brick Bag
Bitch, I’m bomb, in Balmain
Hedi Slimane, Saint Laurent
Who better than Nicki man? I can’t eff’in’ tell
Every time I drop, bitches like, "FML"
Hahaha, you in the game? I own my own game
I only respect them hoes that own they own plane
Young Griselda, slicin’ up
I ain’t got no competition so my price is up
I’m the heavyweight champ, Mike Tyson’d up
And I used to be a bitch, but I nicen’ed up

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
Ayy, just like a star, babe
Ayy, shot from afar, babe
Ayy, spaceship to Mars, babe
Ayy, if it’s mine then it’s yours, baby
Ayy, just like a star, babe
Ayy, a shot from afar, baby
Ayy, a spaceship to Mars, babe
Ayy, if it’s mine then it’s yours, baby
Let me see if you can shake for a little
Girl you so bad, just drop for a little
Make it come back and gon’ make it wiggle
Watch them be mad, and girl you’s official
Let me see if you can shake for a little
Girl you so bad, just drop for a little
Make it come back and gon’ make it wiggle
Watch them be mad, and girl you official, yeah
Ayy, just like a star, babe
Ayy, shot from afar, babe
Ayy, spaceship to Mars, babe
Ayy, if it’s mine then it’s yours, baby
Ayy, just like a star, babe
Ayy, a shot from afar, baby
Ayy, a spaceship to Mars, babe
Ayy, if it’s mine then it’s yours, baby
Let me see if you can shake for a little
Girl you so bad, just drop for a little
Make it come back and gon’ make it wiggle
Watch them be mad, and girl you’s official
Let me see if you can shake for a little
Girl you so bad, just drop for a little
Make it come back and gon’ make it wiggle
Watch them be mad, and girl you official, yeah babe