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Kodak Black – My Klik Lyrics

[Intro]
Damn who make this beat, cuz I’m stealin’ it
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can’t handle my klick
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can’t handle my klick
You can spot one hundreds on [?]
I might snatch ya’ chain and ya’ bitch
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can’t handle my klick
You can spot my [?]
I might snatch ya’ chain and ya’ bitch
[Verse 1: John Wicks]
Thinking when I ain’t had shit
They was always pickin’ on my kicks
Catch me in the mall with the shit
Comin’ from the Projects now I’m rich
Remember when I hadn’t hit a lick
Now I’m flashin’ on these niggas, take a pic
Look baby, I ain’t got no time for this
Shawty said she wanna have my chick
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
All this flavor, I be saucin’ on a bitch
All this flavor, I be droppin’ when I drip
Sniper gang, we mobbin’ in this shit
I’m leakin’ like the faucet on my wrist
That [?] put these diamonds on my necklace
You walkin’ while I pull up in the Tesla
I’ma take yo’ lady ‘cuz she special
I keep the pipe, ‘cuz I’ma bust it if there’s pressure
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can’t handle my klick
You can spot my [?]
I might snatch ya’ chain and ya’ bitch
[Verse 3: Jack Boy]
Been goin’ hard, think I need to rest up
Been goin’ hard, [?]
Ran up that bread, fuck niggas can’t catch up
Run up you dead, we spray you from the neck up
Keep yo’ two cents, you broke, fuck yo’ lecture
Don’t want pressure, my snipers goin’ extra
Don’t you test us, like teachers we give lessons (Yeah, baby)
Cross ’em up, sniper goin’ [?]
[Verse 4: Kodak Black]
Hey Jack Boy, this her first time ridin’ in a foreign car
Ay, but she just don’t know that it’s a stolen car
Switch the VIN number, now this shit [?]
I’m on house arrest, but I still be ridin’ around
And I can’t wait for her, I can’t be tied down
I put the lighter up, but I can’t put the fire down
Just bought a [?] on my wrist
Gang, [?] I got that whip
Gang, the industry they hit a lick on [?]
Gang, fuck the industry I’m in the streets for real
Man, I’d like to [?]
Niggas say they in the field takin’ pics
[Chorus]

Kodak Black – You Do That Shit Lyrics

[Intro]
Nigga, you do that shit, ayy
Rollin’ that piff, ayy
Put that tool on that chick, ayy
Ya ya ya
[Chorus]
State tryna give me eight, I told it, you do that shit
Remember kickin’ doors, I knock the screws off that bih
Lil’ shorty fucked up, I might put that woolly on that bitch
Ain’t sleeping on that money, I don’t snooze on it
Ayy, all you niggas pussy, I put some lube on it
While my top drop, they mouth drop like, “Who own it?”
They like, “Who in it?” They like, “Who he is?”
Heard that nigga wanted beef, I told him you eat it
[Verse]
You can’t book me at no club, nah, I just do arenas
Sniper gang in the buildin’, my whole crew geekin’
Chopped up in the rap shit, gave it a new meanin’
I found out ’bout my son and he gave me a new reason
I’m hotter than the sun, but I swear my jewels freezin’
And my shoes bleeding, ya
I might move to Venus, ya
Balling like Gilbert Arenas, ya
Lul’ shawty want my semen, ya
Shawty want my species, ya
Can’t even have my feces, ya
Homie want a feature
I might fuck my teacher, ya
And I love my PO, ayy
Getting chip like Frito Lay
Can’t be killing people, ayy
I got Gucci on my sneakers
No, I can’t be killin’ bitches
Gettin’ blood on my Givenchy’s
[Chorus]
State tryna give me eight, I told it, you do that shit
Remember kickin’ doors, I knock the screws off that bih
Lil’ shorty fucked up, I might put that woolly on that bitch
Ain’t sleeping on that money, I don’t snooze on it
Ayy, all you niggas pussy, I put some lube on it
While my top drop, they mouth drop like, “Who own it?”
They like, “Who in it?” They like, “Who he is?”
Heard that nigga wanted beef, I told him you eat it
[Outro]
Ayy, like real shit, my nigga
I can’t be shootin’, it’s gettin’ blood on my Giuseppe’s and shit
Nigga, you do that shit, ayy
Rollin’ that piff, ayy
Put that tool on that chick, ayy
Ya, ya, ya

Kodak Black – Me For Me Lyrics

[Hook]
I’m getting so much money these days
It’s hard to figure out who love me for me
Trying to balance out every thing
I’m getting sabotaged every way
You don’t want to but you gotta change
It’s going to hurt you trying to stay the same
Are you in it or you in it for the fame
I’m trying to figure out who love me for me
[Verse 1]
I’m trying to figure out who want to see me winning
I already know [?]
I’m a business man I’m a fucking business
So I can’t be up in the penitentiary
And I just wanna be able to tell who really with me
Is she for me or is she just playing with my feelings
And I don’t want to but I gotta switch up
Cause you niggas want to have me locked up in the system
Even though that’s who I am I gotta change my life
I’m getting so much money now I can’t be slinging iron
And girl when we hooked up you said you gon ride or die
So I’m assuming that you dead cause you damn sure ain’t riding
[Hook]
I’m getting so much money these days
It’s hard to figure out who love me for me
Trying to balance out every thing
I’m getting sabotaged every way
You don’t want to but you gotta change
It’s going to hurt you trying to stay the same
Are you in it or you in it for the fame
I’m trying to figure out who love me for me
[Verse 2]
I went to jail twelve times I’ll never go again
Even though I said the same thing my other bid
Everybody stopped fucking with me cause I keep going in
And I’m feeling like Ben Franklin my only friend
Cause that nigga kept it real stayed in my pocket
He was with me when y’all weren’t fucking with me in the projects
Is you in it for the fame or do you really like me? It’s hard to tell when I got five mill in the Breitling
I know you don’t want to but you gotta change your surroundings
Cause them niggas don’t want to change all they know is violence
I’m a sniper you know all my niggas move in silence
I’m trying to balance out my life I’m doing mathematics
[Hook]
I’m getting so much money these days
It’s hard to figure out who love me for me
Trying to balance out every thing
I’m getting sabotaged every way
You don’t want to but you gotta change
It’s going to hurt you trying to stay the same
Are you in it or you in it for the fame
I’m trying to figure out who love me for me

Kodak Black – Up Late Lyrics

So why you gonna be sleepin’ on the money? [Intro]
That money don’t sleep, you know what I’m sayin’? Keep that shit 1k
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks
[Verse: Kodak Black]
Drivin’ too fast, it just ain’t safe
I be all gas nigga, no brake
Pop a C-class like I’m in the sixth grade
Brought my BB gun to school in the fifth grade
Thinkin’ ’bout my nigga [?], hope he OK
I just bought a PS4, but I don’t play
And my nigga Slime right behind me with the [?]
If I give you somethin’], nigga you better say thanks
And I remember eatin’ peanut butter treats
I ain’t hit my lady in a couple days
You don’t know what I had to go through
You don’t know what I had to go do
In the studio, you know I keep the Pro Tools
I be saucin’ on these bitches, I’m so smooth
Hey, let me show how the VVS gleam
I ain’t eat no pussy, diamonds on my teeth
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks
[Verse: Kodak Black (Young Thug)]
(Yo, come on, yo, come on, yo, come on)
I pop the checks and get that money out of state
I be boppin’ on yo’ nigga like I’m [?]
Want my nigga home so bad, you know the lawyer paid
[?], I keep the commissary straight
Slime in the Tahoe ridin’ with that SK
[?], nigga I got big bank
I be rappin’ ’bout it, ‘cuz I’m livin’ [?]
Top nigga, I been put up in a fish tank
Took that bitch to Chik-Fil-A, she said she wanna [?]
Yeah, but let me outta jail for my birthday
This ain’t no water gun but when I see you I’ma spray
Mine a sniper, [?]
And this money doin’ somethin’ to my memory
Shawty know I love that head, I love that migraine
And I just wanna be new Beyoncé
‘krill so big, it’s like an arcade
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

Kodak Black – First Love Lyrics

[Hook]
You my first love, I still fuck with you
Looking at your picture, you should come through
I don’t even want nobody with me in the coupe
Look at all this shit that we done been through
You my first love, I still fuck with you
Looking at your picture, you should come through
I don’t even want nobody with me in the coupe
Look at all this shit that we done been through
[Verse 1]
Burn too many bridges, but I ain’t burning you
I hope you do good and hope you stay in school
Ain’t nobody perfect, but with me you ain’t gotta be perfect
Snakes on my Gucci, what I’m watching for, the serpents
Gave you all my time ’cause I felt like you was worth it
Running to the Wraith, I want you with me when I’m swerving
You was with me when I was hitting licks and I was serving
But I ain’t gon’ lie babygirl you did me dirty
Girl, you did me wrong, did me wrong, wrong, wrong
Even though I love you, I just couldn’t hold on
We was meant to be, and then you would’ve stayed strong
But you thought I was going, I was never coming home
[Hook]
You my first love, I still fuck with you
Looking at your picture, you should come through
I don’t even want nobody with me in the coupe
Look at all this shit that we done been through
You my first love, I still fuck with you
Looking at your picture, you should come through
I don’t even want nobody with me in the coupe
Look at all this shit that we done been through
[Verse 2]
I’m looking at your picture reminiscing
I’m in this big ol’ mansion, now, look where you could’ve been
When I ask you ’bout the shit, you shoulda been genuine
Tell you the truth, we hook up now, it’s gon be different
Tell you the truth, we hook up now, it wouldn’t be the same
I don’t wanna bring you through no more pain
He was getting money, but that nigga lame
He was in my DMs tryna explain
You my ex-girl so I’ma use you for example
Every bit’ I meet for now, I’m just come keep it simple
Sometimes I wanna call you up and tell you slide
One thing about love, it don’t ever die
[Hook]
You my first love, I still fuck with you
Looking at your picture, you should come through
I don’t even want nobody with me in the coupe
Look at all this shit that we done been through
You my first love, I still fuck with you
Looking at your picture, you should come through
I don’t even want nobody with me in the coupe
Look at all this shit that we done been through

Kodak Black – Still In The Streets Lyrics

Everything in my lyrics, is certain. I ain’t even lose my virginity
[Chorus]
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the blue Wraith in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the new place in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah yeah)
So it ain’t no pressure get another chain
Still in the streets (yeah yeah yeah)
Plus I’m in the rap game gettin’ double paid
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the blue Wraith in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the new place in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah yeah)
So it ain’t no pressure get another chain
Still in the streets (yeah yeah yeah)
Plus I’m in the rap game gettin’ double paid
[Verse 1]
I don’t know how to write in cursive
I’m poppin’ checks but I gotta work ’em
I’m in the bank line with the [?]
I be geeked up, Steve Urkel
I don’t want no money for my verses
‘Cause I ain’t get this money on purpose
‘Cause I ain’t even gotta get dirty
My youngins [?] (ayy ayy)
I was in Virginia as a virgin
Did everything {?]
Did everything, burglerin’ to murderin’
Subpoena, yeah them crackers try to serve ’em
You can go and tell my attorney that
I don’t even like to get verbally
You can go ask my attorney this
[Chorus]
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the blue Wraith in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the new place in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah yeah)
So it ain’t no pressure get another chain
Still in the streets (yeah yeah yeah)
Plus I’m in the rap game gettin’ double paid
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the blue Wraith in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the new place in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah yeah)
So it ain’t no pressure get another chain
Still in the streets (yeah yeah yeah)
Plus I’m in the rap game gettin’ double paid
[Verse 2]
Go and ask Trae [?]
Pullin’ out [?] like it’s from Africa
I was doin’ everything
I was snatchin’ chains [?]
Young CEO, no manners
This for all my niggas doin’ calendars
[?]
Pop a nigga top, pop Adderrall
I don’t see why we [?]
I be countin’ money just to add it up
In my mama name but it’s my car
When you street, in a day you just might fall
I ain’t never lackin’, no not at all
‘Cause I ain’t tryna answer when God call
[?]
If you got your guard off, where’s Waldo
[Chorus]
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the blue Wraith in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the new place in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah yeah)
So it ain’t no pressure get another chain
Still in the streets (yeah yeah yeah)
Plus I’m in the rap game gettin’ double paid
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the blue Wraith in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the new place in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah yeah)
So it ain’t no pressure get another chain
Still in the streets (yeah yeah yeah)
Plus I’m in the rap game gettin’ double paid You can be sure off. This shit like a hopscotch, you know what I’m sayin’? [Intro]
A nigga like one foot in, one foot out. I was on a journey, in Virginia, as a virgin.

Kodak Black – No CoDefendant Lyrics

[Intro]
Of course I wanna see you make it
Shit, only if you taking me with you
Shit. I ain’t your brother no more? If you ain’t taking me withcha now I don’t know Shit
[Hook]
Cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t want to see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when I’m riding through the city I don’t need no soldiers with me
Cause when I’m sliding on a nigga I don’t need no codefendant
All cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t want to see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when I’m riding through the city I don’t need no soldiers with me
Cause when I’m sliding on a nigga I don’t need no codefendant
[Verse 1]
I’m on posted on the Ugly, I’m outcha” in the open, wet it
I’m on that Zoe shit
Ain’t no hoe shit
Ain’t no folding in me
I got like four lil bitches on here, That one with no Jimmy
I ain’t wear no suit and tie right now but I give the nigga the [?]
I should have killed my cousin that night cuz he was my only witness
But I ain’t kill him cuz I love that nigga till infinity
And If I buy a house, you feel like you deserve to live in it
And If I buy a car, you feel like you deserve infinity
How the fuck you feel like that, when you weren’t ouchta here with me getting it
You wasn’t even at my sentencing
I was in a fucked up predicament
Oh you don’t love me no more? Cuz I don’t give you nothin” no more
I ain’t your brother no more
[Hook]
Cuz I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me making no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no solders with me
Cuz when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent
Oh Cuz I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me making no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no solders with me
Cuz when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent
[Verse 2]
You ain’t have to eat grits, 3 in the morning
You ain’t have to sleep with a nigga on the toilet
I don’t wanna ball, [?] wearing Jordan’s
All that bullshit, Im trying to avoid it
I ain’t ask you when you had your shot
I ain’t ask you when we got kicked out
I ain’t ask you, I was posted on the block
I was doing fraud, I was going up top
I was eating peanut butter
Nigga how you got my number
I don’t really owe nobody
Matter fact I don’t know nobody
Matter fact nigga leave me alone
I ain’t tryna get out my zone
I ain’t trynna get out my bubble
I ain’t on that shit you on
I don’t wanna relapse on niggas
I better not wack me a nigga
I’m just tryna rap these s
So let me just rap these songs
[transcribing in progress}

Dave East – Paranoia Lyrics

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[Intro: Dave East]
Got me peekin’ through the blinds like Malcolm
Forty on me
[Chorus: Dave East]
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
[Verse 1: Dave East]
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
These niggas fuckin’ the package up
That bullshit they kickin’ ain’t adding up
Plus they don’t get no pussy like Magic’s son
Hundreds on hundreds, I stack it up
She bust that pussy then back it up
We standing on couches, we actin’ up
I don’t think these niggas mad enough
Patek cost me eighty, come add it up
Hands on my neck and my face, I got tatted up
I understand why they mad at us
But get out the way when the Phantom is backing up
You need to go on vacation and pack it up
Talkin’ ’bout drugs but these niggas ain’t trap enough
Niggas still tellin’, I guess they ain’t rat enough
Came a long way from them dimes in that Acura
So much ice, make ’em stare
Your wife got caught up in the lights like a deer
Living my life, though I know it ain’t fair
They think I’m from 12th Street, I run with no fear
See the borough from the Lear, yeah
Brown diamonds look like beer, clear
Shots’ll hit you, doctors screaming clear
I’m just paranoid, don’t believe in scared
I can see the dead
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[Chorus: Dave East]
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
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[Verse 2: Jeezy]
I made a million a million times
They must’ve snorted a million lines
Mind playin’ tricks, Willie D
Let my top down, ceiling me
Hermes, thirty on the hip
Vegas watch, hundred on the strip
Half a hundred hang up out the clip
Pop that pussy like I’m Uncle Luke
This marijuana got the best of me
When I land just have a vest for me
All these bad bitches wantin’ saving
All this money, it gon’ be the death of me
New Rollies for the gang gang
New chucks, yeah gang bang
Know some niggas down to hit the lick
Eighty-six a nigga for a brick
[Chorus: Dave East]
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
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Dave East ft. Nas – The Hated Lyrics

Dave East – The Hated Lyrics ft. Nas

[Intro: Nas]
We gotta get it
They hated Esco
They hated Escobar
I’m still here
Dave East talk that talk
Streets need that;
NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world
Lets get it
[Verse 1: Dave East]
I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back
Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack
One conversation between homies, better yet brothers
That used to spend the night with each other
They moms was best friends
One name was Anthony, the hood called ’em Ant Live
Kept his pistol on ’em, so he bought a bigger pant size
He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die
That was ten years ago
Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow
Now he throw a set up anywhere he go
He just a product of his environment
Told me he’d rather die than ever go to Rikers again
Did a bid, his celly was blood, he studied five percent
Came home, like let niggas see me, I’ll never ride with tint
Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North
She was busting checks with the wrong nigga
He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor
Lose the attitude, he miserable
For years he tried to get a lick or two
Moms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into
Ant’ met Cory when they was kids with innocence
Ant’ hated his dad around ’cause that nigga was militant
Cory found a holder pass, some cash, they could triple it
Double it, stack it up, Cory ain’t never want to spend
Ant’ was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped
Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch
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[Hook: Dave East]
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
[Verse 2: Dave East]
Ant’ and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that
No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back
Six in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life
Streets will teach you quick, ain’t nothing free, pay the price
Eviction notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night
Cory had the sour with him, Ant’ fuck with ‘yola
Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders
Locked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders
Cory told Ant’ on the V I the block was changing
Ant’ told Cory be grateful, freedoms’ amazing
Three and half light bed, Ant’ stayed in drama
He was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing
No MySpace
Cory and Ant’ had butter rockin’
The other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him
Couple hate us, but nothing major, they knew the streets
Niggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe
Cory took it on the chin, he wasn’t new to beef
Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak
Thats a man down, Ant’ told Cory have the fam ’round
And keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown
They hustle low, so much evidence that [?] found
Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van ’round
They snatched him and talked about the way he got it
Broke the code, that was snitchin’, it ain’t no way around it
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[Hook]
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
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[Outro: Nas]
Ayo’ East
It’s your man, Nas Esco’
Keep doin’ what you do
Peace be on to you my young brother
Young king
Dave East – The Hated Lyrics ft. Nas
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Dave East – The Hated Lyrics ft. Nas

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[Outro: Nas]
Ayo’ East
It’s your man, Nas Esco’
Keep doin’ what you do
Peace be on to you my young brother
Young king
Dave East – The Hated Lyrics ft. Nas

[Intro: Nas]
We gotta get it
They hated Esco
They hated Escobar
I’m still here
Dave East talk that talk
Streets need that;
NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world
Lets get it
[Verse 1: Dave East]
I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back
Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack
One conversation between homies, better yet brothers
That used to spend the night with each other
They moms was best friends
One name was Anthony, the hood called ’em Ant Live
Kept his pistol on ’em, so he bought a bigger pant size
He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die
That was ten years ago
Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow
Now he throw a set up anywhere he go
He just a product of his environment
Told me he’d rather die than ever go to Rikers again
Did a bid, his celly was blood, he studied five percent
Came home, like let niggas see me, I’ll never ride with tint
Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North
She was busting checks with the wrong nigga
He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor
Lose the attitude, he miserable
For years he tried to get a lick or two
Moms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into
Ant’ met Cory when they was kids with innocence
Ant’ hated his dad around ’cause that nigga was militant
Cory found a holder pass, some cash, they could triple it
Double it, stack it up, Cory ain’t never want to spend
Ant’ was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped
Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch
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[Hook]
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
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[Hook: Dave East]
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
[Verse 2: Dave East]
Ant’ and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that
No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back
Six in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life
Streets will teach you quick, ain’t nothing free, pay the price
Eviction notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night
Cory had the sour with him, Ant’ fuck with ‘yola
Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders
Locked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders
Cory told Ant’ on the V I the block was changing
Ant’ told Cory be grateful, freedoms’ amazing
Three and half light bed, Ant’ stayed in drama
He was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing
No MySpace
Cory and Ant’ had butter rockin’
The other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him
Couple hate us, but nothing major, they knew the streets
Niggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe
Cory took it on the chin, he wasn’t new to beef
Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak
Thats a man down, Ant’ told Cory have the fam ’round
And keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown
They hustle low, so much evidence that [?] found
Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van ’round
They snatched him and talked about the way he got it
Broke the code, that was snitchin’, it ain’t no way around it
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Justin Bieber – Friends instrumental ft Blood Pop

Justin Bieber – Friends instrumental ft Blood Pop

Instrumental: Justin Bieber – Friends Ft. Here is the Instrumental Remake Of “Friends” by Justin Bieber, Produced By Jed Official, You can follow Jed Official on YouTube. BloodPop, Jed Official Presents the Instrumental of Justin Bieber’s New Song “Friends” highlighting BloodPop A Song premiered at Zane Lowe’s Beats1 Show. READ  Free Beat: Young Sizzle – Erry Thang Fye Instrumental
 
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Kodak Black Mixtape “Project Baby 2” (Stream & Download)

The 19-track project is the follow-up to his 2013 debut mixtape and the first installment in the “Project Baby” series. Seems like the Pompano Beach rapper is putting all of that behind him and focusing on his music. Kodak Black drop his new mixtape “Project Baby 2” on Friday (August 18), you can stream and download the project below. In March, he released his debut album Painting Pictures which peaked at number three on the Billboard 200 chart. Among the guest list includes John Wicks, Migos’ Offset, and his fellow Florida native XXXTentacion. This is also the second body of work from Kodak Black this year. You can find some powerful singles like “Versatile,” “6th Sense,” and “Don’t Wanna Breathe.”

The mixtape arrives following a rocky week for Kodak Black whose fallout with Master P takes center stage.

Kaiser Chiefs – Admire You Lyrics

KAISER CHIEFSAdmire You Lyrics
You said that stranger things have happened
I don’t know why you’re laughing
I wish I’d never asked
There must be something in the water
That’s making it much stronger
That’s building it to last
Do you admire me like I, admire you x2
And I know it might be cause you’re easy
Or just because you’re new to me
Or maybe cause you’re new
There must be a combination of everything
Cause I haven’t seen a lot of things
As interesting as you
Do you admire me like I, admire you x2
And I thought you were a nervous wreck and it
Turned out that you were
I heard you were a bag of nerves and it
Turned out that you were x3
I thought that when you said you need me
You meant that you needed me
You just need me in the head
Do you admire me like I, admire you x2
And I thought you were a nervous wreck and it
Turned out that you were
I heard you were a bag of nerves and it
Turned out that you were x3
Do you admire me like I, admire you x2
And I thought you were a nervous wreck and it
Turned out that you were
I heard you were a bag of nerves and it
Turned out that you were x3

Slow Coming Day – Captivated Lyrics

SLOW COMING DAYCaptivated Lyrics
You’re stealing my heart again
Through every single move you make
And conquer over me
With every glance of your blue eyes
I am helpless for you
I am helpless for you
Hear the sound of my heart
Pounding in my chest for you
I am helpless for you
I am helpless for you
I miss you more
More than words could describe
I miss you more
More than words could describe

Dave East – The Hated (Skit) Instrumental

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Share on Google+ Where Nas at bro? He’s good in Harlem
Yo tell him come through, bro
That’s love, man
I can’t believe niggas showing love like that in the streets, man
We came a long way
Love, man, it’s crazy
Can’t believe you two niggas just went crazy like that, mean
Fuck you mean, nigga
Listen, man, listen, man
Fuck the Dave East nigga, bro
I ain’t gon’ front I don’t even know if that nigga from Harlem
Niggas ain’t got love for him
He be in Queens? It look like the East nigga, hold up
Watch this nigga, hold up
Yooo! Yo what’s up, my niggas? Like how the fuck did he even meet Nas? On some real shit
How did he meet him? Bet you was DM’ing last night
Heard you my nigga what the screen name then? I just picked this shit up this morning, man
Smoking that Cali shit where the moon rocks
I ain’t gon’ front, I didn’t even bring none of that shit back with me
Y’all good tho? Fuck outta here
Heard you nigga
Who this pullin’ up? I heard y’all niggas ain’t get no ass last night? Everybody straight? Where Nas at tho? Fuck outta here, my nigga
I got all the hoes nigga
My DM is crazy, nigga
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[Skit: Dave East, Friend, Hater #1, Hater #2]
Yo what up, what’s cracking with you two niggas? I’m ’bout to spin, I got some shit to do later
Love you, boy
My new shit ’bout to come out
Love you, boy
My new shit ’bout to drop
I got the “Paranoia” song, I already got that
Y’all niggas be cool
Y’all niggas be cool
Yo where Nas at? Dave East, sup, nigga
Ahhhhhhh
This nigga in Harlem right here
What’s cracking, boy
What’s cracking, boy
Sup, nigga, what’s up
Court side, first game
I ain’t gon’ front, my nigga
This shit crazy right now for a nigga
Lil baby girl out there too, she’s beautiful
What you doing for moms and pops, bro
Niggas ain’t doin’ that
What you doin’ for moms and pops, bro, deadass, boy
I got to put on
It’s Harlem, baby
One of the last real niggas left
Nowhere in the world
This nigga got 10 chains on, boy
That shit crazy
Let niggas hold something
You out here, 10 chains on and shit
Oh these are some light shit I just got
I just picked this shit up this morning
That boy bus man
You can’t share with the hood, baby, what’s up? When you see the nigga out here shining or whatever, but fuck this nigga
All that 30 shit, man, I ain’t with that shit, my nigga
This my block, nigga
Fuck that 30 shit, nigga
Man, we let the nigga come through, we let him live
That’s the most he can do
I know he better put on for the hood
I got my lil’ homie, my lil’ homie
My lil’ nigga, I got, he got bars, my nigga
So if he don’t put on for my lil’ nigga, you know what time it is
Keep it cool
He know what it is
I swear he do
I swear
Nigga don’t come through no type of crazy way
Man I seen that protect too, need that joint
Man this nigga is not like that, like facts, bro
Like this nigga is not like that
You know I keep my shit on me 24/7
Shit got me hot, bro
Fuck this nigga
I ain’t say nothing to that nigga the whole time he was over here
Y’all niggas was going crazy
Saying he ain’t like that
Man, fuck that, let’s get this nigga next time he pull up
Heard niggas, bro
Heard niggas, bro
If y’all really feel like that
Keep that same energy when you see niggas, we keep it cool, bro, that’s all it is, like
You know how that shit go
We gon’ see them
Slap fire from this nigga, for real
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Eugy – Captain Instrumental ft. Siza

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Eugy – Captain Lyrics ft. Siza

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Eugy Present the Official music video For Captain featuring Siza. Lyrics will be available soon, help us write or submit the song lyrics below
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Gucci Mane – I Get The Bag Instrumental Ft. Migos

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