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Resident Evil

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–Verse 1–
The godfather
Big black brother with burners and large armor
Big bottle of brown, call it the car starter
Rape an atheist ’til the bitch say, “our father”
Hail Mary
Brenda Had a Baby
Threw the baby out the window, now Brenda is going crazy
Ignorant fool
Hang with some ignorant dudes
That will do whatever I say long as I give them some food
Never, tell you what to bitch? (The goon)
(Motherfucking goon)
(P!)
–Chorus–
It go one gun, two gun, three gun, four
So many weapons, the Ruck is the gun tour
Son saw shit that make you wanna get down
Get up on your good foot, par James Brown
It go one gun, two gun, three gun, four
So many weapons, the Ruck is the gun tour
Son saw shit that make you wanna get down
Get up on your good foot, par James Brown Then look at my eye’s that’ll tell you what to do bitch
Gangsters move in silence
I’m not a gangster, yet I remind quiet
Pocket forecast broke
Commissary gone already, call Kraft soap
Two heaters, two seaters, the black Lac
I used to use Cheez-It’s to battle the jack mac
–Chorus–
It go one gun, two gun, three gun, four
So many weapons, the Ruck is the gun tour
Son saw shit that make you wanna get down
Get up on your good foot, par James Brown
It go one gun, two gun, three gun, four
So many weapons, the Ruck is the gun tour
Son saw shit that make you wanna get down
Get up on your good foot, par James Brown
–Verse 2–
Stop a bastard
Thematic
Solve problem when shit get problematic
I’m not your man maggot
I’m not your friend faggot
Pop your friend drastic
Box your chin classic
Hardcore rapper
I am what I am fam and y’all got actors
I hope you win an Emmy
Your bitch like the Jungle Brothers she hope to win a Jimmy
The scope is on the semi black, gat is the heater
Assassinate another black national leader
“Free at last, free at last”
That nigga P got cash and he not ass
Abe Lincoln
Emancipate 8 in your face and the place stinkin’
What I present to the people
A fucked up household, Resident Evil
P! Lyrics to ‘Resident Evil’ by Sean Price:

–Intro–
Uh, Magilla
Magilla
Uh, uh, Magilla
Magilla
Uh, uh Magilla
Magilla
P!

Refrigerator P!

I’m not trying to reinvent the wheel
This is what I do
You wanna hear that kinda shit? You best to fuck with me, ’cause I’m the best there is at what I do Lyrics to ‘Refrigerator P!’ by Sean Price:

–Verse 1–
It go, nice rap and Mic Tyson fans, no
Tight fashion, might jack sedans
Dancing machine
Adamantium rapping regime
The shit you holding is dead colon cancer the cream
The slugs move everything around me, S.M.E.A.M
Huh? What the fuck that mean? Kick over the kids stroller nigga Ruck that mean
Mean Gene Okerlund spoken the word of Kareem
So sacrilegious with the word rhyme gestures
Sold crack to bitches in their third trimester
You know how it go
You know my flow dope ala Héctor Lavoe
Never catch P on the girl song
I smack shit out your “We Are the World” song
Get a hater scary
My defense intense Refrigerator Perry
–Verse 2–
Yo
Shot somebody fam, clapped the nine
Lock my body, can’t trap my mind
Raps divine father, father divine I
Conversate with the congregation that’s relating with mine
You new to the one, two
Can’t escape your fate
Great who can I run to? I’m a hardcore hip-hop artist
I am, what I am
And that’s what you get when you listen to Sean Price
That, you know what I mean? True, words of nerds don’t hurt me
Half man half machine, the team’s Murphy
On and on ’til the break of dawn
Making Shawn mad she like, “Dad fuck making songs”
Nigga the gun out
Gun pop and one cops say, “nigga done gummed out”
Get a hater scary
My defense intense, Refrigerator Perry
–Outro–
Lock my body, can’t trap my mind
Lock my body, can’t trap my mind
My defense intense, Refrigerator Perry
P!

Not97 Skit

Before I
Hold up, hold on
You know what I’m saying? Matter of fact hold me..let me get my record right
Before I, you know what I mean? I’m hip to what’s going on fam
I ain’t no old nigga that don’t be knowing what’s going on fam
You know what I mean? You sold the Sean Price hoodies and then you wanna copy my shit
Come on fam, y’all niggas is trash
Your website is trash
Your Paypal account is trash fam
I seen you when you hit me with a text
You was like, “Yo this is DRU”
First of all you called me like eight times private
I already knew that was you fam
And then you text me, “This is DRU”
D-R-U, with big letters
Come on first of all, I ain’t.. Lyrics to ‘Not97 Skit’ by Sean Price:

–Sean Price impersonating Funkmaster Flex–
It’s your boy, you already know what time it is
Yo, I’ma keep it 100 tonight
Man matter of fact I’ma keep it 1000, I like that number
You know what I’m saying? Come on man I’m not like that I already know what that mean
If you throw submittals at me I will destroy you fam
Not97
P! Duckdown.com, Dru Ha and y’all niggas
Your website is trash fam
Nobody wanna buy Sean Price hats fam
You feel me? Why you had to, why you had to text me with big letters? I’ma keep it so real with y’all tonight
I’ma keep it 1000 fam, I love that number
I’m telling you man, Dru Ha, Buckshot
Your website is trash
Nobody wanna buy Sean Price hoodies
You know what I’m sayin’?

The 3 Lyrical Ps

I’m beyond it
Black Mafia, Infamous, on that Mobb shit
Baby, you are now rocking with the best, we good regardless
–Verse 3: Styles P–
I hear you talking but it don’t mean shit
‘Cause niggas will pop on you like SEAL Team Six
Cheers to the killers in limousines
Those from Thailand with a ship through the Philippines
Soak the kerosene and thrown in the guillotine
Burnt with your head cut off, you don’t dream
You’re gelatin, my skeleton is like Wolverine’s
Your family come for revenge, blow ’em to smithereens
I’m like Morpheus on opiates
Matrix, facelift with the can opener
Gatling on the stand whenever the van open up
Doors slide, [?] hit your face like it’s rawhide
Bullets hit your teeth like it’s fluoride
I’ma bring you through hell, I’ll be the tour guide
So what you want the hawk or the .45? (La musica de Harry Fraud)
I could tell by your beard you don’t love Allah
You got the Bryant Gumbel face
–Verse 1: Sean Price–
It go, waste removal, we dispose brothers
Embarrassing the family, Keyshia Cole mother
Man down, stand down, blam rounds
Have bitch niggas thinking that me and my camp clowns
Listen, Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey
I’m strangling brothers, I’m harming them daily
I shoot a fair one with a midget
Duke, I shoot an airgun at a pigeon
Shut the fuck up
Y’all niggas is bantamweights
Fucking with the white with the Tony Montana face
Andre Iguodala
I smack shit out of you, make your padre give me dollars
I’m not just a rapper I’m a pain of my trade
Abstract art, just throw a grenade to your brains
Word to me and mine
Every word from P divine
I smack shit out of niggas dressing like Key of Shinee
–Verse 2: Prodigy–
Yeah
The rap great, the beat crazy
On the daily, serve bullets across your temple get grazed it
Blood pouring out that vein, that’s not wavy
All I do in this world is get the money mainly
All I want in this world, my pretty [?]
Four pound in her Chanel clutch, yeah that’s sweet
For the life, I’ll put your brain next to your feet
Break all your toy soldiers and make it complete
Then take a couple double shots with the team
And party like it’s 2020 on the beach
Life is what you make it so I made it iconic
I fuck her so good, yeah my dick is bionic
I’m dope like chronic, I’m nasty like vomit
I spit up a verse, on your level? Lyrics to ‘The 3 Lyrical Ps’ by Sean Price:

–Intro: Sean Price–
Yeah, P! Don’t you ask me ’bout no rappers they can all die

Negus

Lyrics to ‘Negus’ by Sean Price:

–Verse 1: Sean Price–
Stupid nigga Sean, super nigga, uh
Pop, pop, pop, I’m shootin’ at your moms
I ain’t writin’ ahead
I aim right for your head
Nigga, murder, death, kill
Sex, money, mayhem
Mournin’ murder with a weapon, step into the A.M
Believe in me, pah, the same way you believe in your god
Whether it’s Allah, Jesus or Master Fard
I mash up the bars, plastered ratchets splatter your car
Vehicular homicide, fuck’s the matter with y’all? P
–Interlude–
Stand up if you’re a nigga
–Verse 2: MF DOOM–
Pa’l carajo, cantaso
Vil, you know the drill, mad drool then gaga, ho
Shoot the loogie, they super boujee
Gobsmack dab right cheekbone, gooey, groovy
Absolutely yucky and out your league, buddy
Before you take a stab at it, think deep and study
Or get your crown spun around like Blackhawk Down
Surrounded by the neighbors who can hate you ’til the ground in town
Then freak show, never no beef though
Deepthroat their coquito back and forth then, free throw
Failed intention, prepare the trench and henchmen
They all eat quite well, vacations, pensions
Gotten hoarse from yellin’, “Fore!” on the golf course
Scream boat, then sped off in a drop Porsche
DOOM on your hot sauce, take you out to deep water
Group hug, who know the next time you’ll see your daughter
Real slaughter
–Outro–
Stand up if you’re a nigga I will pop your noodle
If I don’t do it then Rock will shoot you
One smack in your lung bag
Backpack rapper strapped with crack in my bookbag
I’m a nigga, that’s what niggas do now
Wouldn’t you like to be a nigga, just like who?

Definition of God

My knuckles drag when the God walk
I ain’t old school, I ain’t new school
I’m a dropout with the tool that pop out
I’m the shit up in my hood
I had three wishes; I wish that a nigga would
Step to the God, when God step I step on ya squad
Imperius Rex the best, definition: The God
I swing things hurtin’
God body AKA the King James version
Playing my shit the same time hating my shit
Don’t play at me bitch, I make your bitch play with my dick
–Hook: Sean Price Cuts–
I’m, the King X Rock; there is none higher
Th’fuck rhyme better than me? Touch you bad when you hit with the hard hawk
P! We’re not friends…
WE’RE NOT FRIENDS
Be clear on that….clearly we’re not…
The Stephen A Smith voice:
Clearly we’re not friends….clearly
You being my friend is asinine, ass-a-ten, ass-eleven Nigga, I’m nothin to play with
God body, AKA the King James version
–Verse 2: Sean Price–
I used to dispurse raw
Behind my mom’s back and she lived on the first floor
Heard yours, I hurt your feelings
Feelings get hurt, gun burst and earth your ceiling, P! P, P, P! P, P, P! Lyrics to ‘Definition of God’ by Sean Price:

–Intro: Sean Price–
Yeah
Uh
Yaooo
–Verse 1: Sean Price-
Sean Price, King Kong in the place
Big gun, watch the bullet bing bong in ya face
Murdered the bastard, he murders the surgery plastic
Face reconstruction when the 8 heating something, uh! Nigga, I’m nothin to play with
God body, AKA the King James version
THE CROWN IS MINE
–Outro: Sean Price–
I’m not your friend dukes
Don’t talk to me like that
Word…the friend thing? Nigga, I’m nothin to play with
Kneel down, kiss the ring
Listen
I’m, the King X Rock; there is none higher
Th’fuck rhyme better than me? Appetite for destruction
Savage life might strike a dyke if you fronting
Write something
Never polite, ignite the mic slice something
Loot for a curl, rappin’ at you; you cute for a girl
I ‘url on you duke, now you be the Duke of the Earl
Listen, don’t make dollars that don’t make sense
I do make dollars, dumb bars don’t make cents, uh! The education of Sean Price
Dedication, the medication and long nights
Smokin’ the pancake
Work on consignment, lot of dope for a handshake
–Hook: Sean Price-less Cuts–
I’m, the King X Rock; there is none higher
Th’fuck rhyme better than me? P, P, P! P, P, P! Nigga, I’m nothin to play with
Kneel down, kiss the ring
Listen
I’m, the King X Rock; there is none higher
The fuck rhyme better than me?

Ape in His Apex

Maybe the best act
Nevermind that, shit don’t matter
Bet I rhyme clever lines, shit don’t matter
Every line except for mine, shit [?]
Forever I’m millimeter nine gorilla ether divine
Shit to share, shoot the fair, shot a gun
Shoot the shit ’til your shit shot, shoulda shot a fair one (Damn)
The nicest
Sean price is
An ape in his apex
–Chorus: Ruste Juxx–
Ape food
Bamboo shoots and fresh fruits
Termite larvae
Listen what the god say
Sing a sad song like Sade
(I’ma eat your food like this fucker an entree, P!)
–Verse 2: Ruste Juxx–
Ruste Juxx is an ape in his apex
Raw like my dick busting out of the latex
Spray tec’s out the grey Lex
Wet up your [?] wrecks
You exchange gay sex for paychecks
Sean Price shoot your guts in the gravel
Slugs got passports, bullets will travel
International live from Kingston Avenue
Stash roaches, rolled the blunt from the revenue
Sword stabbing you
Samurai, sensei
My hearts muy frio, the flow’s caliente
Your shit wackator
I might crack your jaw
Used to sell coke, pure white, called it Macklemore
Holes I rip in ’em
Deadly when I spit venom
Stomped the mud hole one pair of kicks in ’em
For hard bars this verse will get the most write ups
Son I’m nice, Sean Price is the ghostwriter
–Chorus: Ruste Juxx–
Ape food
Bamboo shoots and fresh fruits
Termite larvae
Listen what the god say
Sing a sad song like Sade
(I’ma eat your food like this fucker an entree, P!) All my niggas got a F on they jacket
Pistol pop pellets pierce through you and who’s on your fabrics
Goose feathers went everywhere, some of them shits bloody
New leather, the sweater you never can wear, judge me
Profiling, posted on the ave P in Polo
So silent, smoking on a bag of diesel dolo
Effervescent, refreshing, the best at
Sean shit good hood? Lyrics to ‘Ape in His Apex’ by Sean Price:

–Verse 1: Sean Price–
P!

Dead or Alive

Don’t you ask me ’bout no rappers they can all die I’m beyond it
Black Mafia, Infamous, on that Mobb shit
Baby, you are now rocking with the best, we good regardless
–Verse 3: Styles P–
I hear you talking but it don’t mean shit
‘Cause niggas will pop on you like SEAL Team Six
Cheers to the killers in limousines
Those from Thailand with a ship through the Philippines
Soak the kerosene and thrown in the guillotine
Burnt with your head cut off, you don’t dream
You’re gelatin, my skeleton is like Wolverine’s
Your family come for revenge, blow ’em to smithereens
I’m like Morpheus on opiates
Matrix, facelift with the can opener
Gatling on the stand whenever the van open up
Doors slide, [?] hit your face like it’s rawhide
Bullets hit your teeth like it’s fluoride
I’ma bring you through hell, I’ll be the tour guide
So what you want the hawk or the .45? Lyrics to ‘Dead or Alive’ by Sean Price:

–Intro: Sean Price–
Yeah, P! (La musica de Harry Fraud)
I could tell by your beard you don’t love Allah
You got the Bryant Gumbel face
–Verse 1: Sean Price–
It go, waste removal, we dispose brothers
Embarrassing the family, Keyshia Cole mother
Man down, stand down, blam rounds
Have bitch niggas thinking that me and my camp clowns
Listen, Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey
I’m strangling brothers, I’m harming them daily
I shoot a fair one with a midget
Duke, I shoot an airgun at a pigeon
Shut the fuck up
Y’all niggas is bantamweights
Fucking with the white with the Tony Montana face
Andre Iguodala
I smack shit out of you, make your padre give me dollars
I’m not just a rapper I’m a pain of my trade
Abstract art, just throw a grenade to your brains
Word to me and mine
Every word from P divine
I smack shit out of niggas dressing like Key of Shinee
–Verse 2: Prodigy–
Yeah
The rap great, the beat crazy
On the daily, serve bullets across your temple get grazed it
Blood pouring out that vein, that’s not wavy
All I do in this world is get the money mainly
All I want in this world, my pretty [?]
Four pound in her Chanel clutch, yeah that’s sweet
For the life, I’ll put your brain next to your feet
Break all your toy soldiers and make it complete
Then take a couple double shots with the team
And party like it’s 2020 on the beach
Life is what you make it so I made it iconic
I fuck her so good, yeah my dick is bionic
I’m dope like chronic, I’m nasty like vomit
I spit up a verse, on your level?

Ace Hood – To Whom It May Concern

No, I ain’t the same person that was introduced
Thank the Lord ’cause I don’t look like what I been through [Intro]
Thank you for being here with me today
Appreciate you for coming
Trust The Process
[Chorus]
If I give you all of me, would I get all of you? If I told you I’m anointed, could you see the proof? Fo’ Fifth, I tat that on my skin
You just be my angel till we meet again
I can hear you nod like "just keep going in"
I’m feeling the ether, I’m feeling Aretha
I keep it realer than people ain’t no lies comin’ out of the speakers
I gotta watch for the leechers, false prophets and the evil preachers
Come with normal features, I’m that different kind of a creature
I’m a fucking soldier, all my trials done made me stronger
Passion, I can’t control it, hating, I can’t condone it
Something just gotta give, don’t listen, you gotta feel
Part of me had to die so one part of me gets to live
Walking out on the label I put aside all the fears
I’ma show all you niggas I do this shit here for real
On God

[Chorus]
If I give you all of me, would I get all of you? No, I ain’t the same person that was introduced
Thank the Lord ’cause I don’t look like what I been through
Here’s a letter to you
[Verse 1]
I’m back again
Jesus on that cross, I had to rise again
Time to get my blessings, time to get my blessings
I had to live my life, I had to learn my lessons
I had to keep that smile but deep inside I’m stressing
Just tryna keep my spirits from that deep depression
It’s time to tighten up
I put my pride down and pick that Bible up
Looking in the mirror tryna find myself
Queen, she know I love her till it life or death
Living on the edge plotting on the plans
Nothing without God, nothing without my fans
Sorry for my absence, hope y’all understand
No more We The Best but Khaled still my man
Critics want the beef but I’m not feeding them
My loyalty don’t stop if we don’t speak again
I could cry tears right now
Don’t know how I feel right now
All that meditation that I did, all that beasting in the gym
All this energy inside I got to give
Back and I’m better than y’all, ready whenever the call
They expecting me to fold, friends turn into ya’ foes
Kept focus on the goals, mind, body and the soul
New me, it’s a new day, that’s another story untold
God, nigga

[Interlude]
At some point, we gotta talk about it
[Chorus]
If I give you all of me, would I get all of you? Give my heart and soul for you when I’m inside the booth
Feel my love, feel my pain when I’m inside the booth
Would you switch your chains on me if you knew the truth? Give my heart and soul for you when I’m inside the booth
Feel my love, feel my pain when I’m inside the booth
Would you switch your chains on me if you knew the truth? Give my heart and soul for you when I’m inside the booth
Feel my love, feel my pain when I’m inside the booth
Would you switch your chains on me if you knew the truth? No, I ain’t the same person that was introduced
Thank the Lord ’cause I don’t look like what I been through
Here’s a letter to you
[Verse 2]
I’m back again
Feeling so immortal I must rise again
Put that on my mama, put that on my kids
R.I.P. If I told you I’m anointed, could you see the proof? If I told you I’m anointed, could you see the proof?

Dizzy Wright – Outrageous (feat. Big K.R.I.T.)

[Hook: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]
Black child got black waves
Gotta teach ’em to be brave
Ball up your fist and raise
Let ’em know we can’t be phased
Now everybody wanna a cop head
‘Cause this unarmed kid got shot dead
Look, Pac said niggas need change
Now the younger generation all hot heads
And start this rage into black folks
My granny need water, I’m in jet mode
I feel like Bryson with a trapsoul
Until I accomplish all my rap goals
Daddy went to jail when I was ten days
Twenty years gone as an inmate
Momma struggling to got the rent paid
Now I’m in the streets tryna have a big day
I realized now what it feel like
I know some real niggas doing real life
White boy kidnapped for six months
I heard his lawyer hit him with a sick life
Doing more time for the same crime
I can’t even leave past eight lines
You can tell this outrageous
Jail time feel like [?]
Only keep ’em there for the paycheck
And they wonder why niggas got big guns
The government only want the income
The homie got killed with a day left
I feel like I could be next up
Life move fast, better catch up
Cops shouldn’t be above the law
We all human, leave it up to God, aye

[Hook: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
I wonder when it’s really gonna change, mane
I wonder when we getting out the game, shame

[Hook: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear

Chase & Status – Love Me More (feat. Emeli Sande)

[Verse 1]
I’m tired of looking in the mirror and saying, "I told you so"
I’m sick of tears on my pillow, this shit is getting old
I draw a line today, no more, no more, no more, no more
I’m sick and tired of all the broken promises
I’m sick of thinking that it’s love but it turns out the opposite
[Pre-Chorus]
I draw a line today, no more, no more, no more, no more
[Chorus]
I made a vow today that I’m gonna love me
I’m gonna fly so high that nothing can touch me
And the best part is, I’m not sorry anymore
I made a vow today that I’m gonna trust me
I’m gonna take my time, nobody can rush me
And the best part is, I’m not sorry, I’m not sorry anymore
I’m gonna love me and then I’mma love me some more
[Verse 2]
Been on my knees, yeah, now I am over that
I’m on my way up now, there is no looking back
I draw a line right here, no more, no more, no more, no more
I’m sick and tired of all the broken promises
I’m sick of thinking it’s love but it turns out the opposite

[Pre-Chorus]
I draw a line today, no more, no more, no more, no more
[Chorus]
I made a vow today that I’m gonna love me
I’m gonna fly so high that nothing can touch me
And the best part is, I’m not sorry anymore
I made a vow today that I’m gonna trust me
I’m gonna take my time, nobody can rush me
And the best part is, I’m not sorry, I’m not sorry anymore
I’m gonna love me and then I’mma love me some more
[Bridge]
Love me, love me, love me a little bit more
Love me, love me, love me a little bit more
Love me, love me, love me a little bit more
[Pre-Chorus]
I draw a line today, no more, no more, no more, no more
[Chorus]
I made a vow today that I’m gonna love me
I’m gonna fly so high that nothing can touch me
And the best part is, I’m not sorry anymore
I made a vow today that I’m gonna trust me
I’m gonna take my time, nobody can rush me
And I’m proud to say, I’m not sorry, I’m not sorry anymore
I’m gonna love me and then I’m gonna love me some more

[Outro]
I made a vow today that I’m gonna love me
I’m gonna take my time nobody can rush me
And I’m proud to say, I’m not sorry anymore

Farruko – Krippy Kush (feat. Bad Bunny & Rvssian)

ya es legal yo firme la ley
Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha
Las gatas quieren kush no quieren friska
Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca
2 phillies se queda bizca
Lo que tú estás haciendo yo lo hice primero
Bebé ese novio tuyo es medio culero
Yo ando por New York con un par de cuero
Y piles puestos pa’ to’ estos cabrones hacerles fiero
Yo tengo agricultores como Piculín
Los ojos rojos como el Chapulín
Hoy se me olvido beberme la Ritalin
Pero las 602 las baje con lean
Pero ahora estoy pa’l krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gangsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gangsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush
[Farruko]
Farru’
Lo prendo y me pierdo en el humo
Y floto cada vez que fumo
Casuleando voy en la nave, nave
No corro por la de nadie, nadie
No confió en nadie, nadie
Porque aquí no se sabe, sabe
Quien es quien
Uoh
Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx
Traidor limpiar paquete next day in express
Del celular traqueo con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo cobramo’ al bobo de tu ex
Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regular
Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le baje a la movie que pa’ acá no venga a frontear
Que somos millonarios acabo de comprar par de crepa sembrar
[Bad Bunny]
Mil de estos cabrones me quieren matar
La vida es una y la tengo que aprovechar
No sé si esto es un sueño o será real
Antes de irme pa’ otro mundo te quiero probar
Cuando muera yo no sé pa’ donde voy
Si pa’l cielo o pa’l infierno o me quedo donde estoy
Al carajo el mañana sólo pienso en hoy
No vo’ a cambiar así es que soy, yeh
[Farruko]
Pero ahora estoy pa’l krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
[Bad Bunny]
Los maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush
[Outro]
Yeh yeh
Jeje
Bad Bunny baby bebé
Farru’
TrapxFicante
Jeje
Yeh yeh yeh
Alex Killer
(Alex Killer)
Hear This Music
Hear This
Trap Kingz bebé
Nosotros tenemos la corona del trap cabrones
Rvssian [Bad Bunny]
Los maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gangsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gangsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush
Jajaja
Yeh yeh yeh
Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA
Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA
200 cajas de paper que pedí en eBay
En P.R.

Granger Smith – Happens Like That

[Verse 1]
You order a drink, it goes down smooth
Before you can blink, it turns into two
It was just gonna be another night with the boys
Shooting some pool, pickin’ a stool and making some noise
Then she walks in and I never dance
Turns into tippin’ the band, and taking her hand… ah man
[Chorus]
It happens like that
Outta the blue sky, lost in her blue eyes
Yeah, when it happens like that
Nothing to lose turns right into you
Doing all you can do just to keep her around
Till the moon goes down and you’re back at your house
One thing leads to another, you’re loving each other
One look and you never look back
It happens like that
It happens like that
[Verse 2]
I guess that’s what you get
It’s true what they say
As soon as you stop looking, it’s right in front of your face
Cause there you were and there I was and here we are, I tell you what

[Chorus]
True love, it happens like that
Outta the blue sky, lost in her blue eyes
Yeah, when it happens like that
Nothing to lose turns right into you
Doing all you can do just to keep her around
Till the moon goes down and you’re back at your house
One thing leads to another, you’re loving each other
One look and you never look back
It happens like that, yeah
[Guitar]
[Bridge]
Ever wonder how
Just one drink
Turns into one knee down with a diamond ring
[Chorus]
It happens like that
Outta the blue sky, lost in her blue eyes
Yeah, when it happens like that
Nothing to lose turns right into you
Doing all you can do just to keep her around
Till the moon goes down and you’re back at your house
One thing leads to another, you’re loving each other
One look and you never look back
It happens like that

[Outro]
You order a drink, it goes down smooth
Before you can blink, it turns into two

Ke$ha – Praying (Live)

[Verse 1]
Well, you almost had me fooled
Told me that I was nothing without you
Oh, but after everything you’ve done
I can thank you for how strong I have become
[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause you brought the flames and you put me through hell
I had to learn how to fight for myself
And we both know all the truth I could tell
I’ll just say this is I wish you farewell
[Chorus]
I hope you’re somewhere prayin’, prayin’
I hope your soul is changin’, changin’
I hope you find your peace
Falling on your knees, prayin’
[Verse 2]
I’m proud of who I am
No more monsters, I can breathe again
And you said that I was done
Well, you were wrong and now the best is yet to come
‘Cause I can make it on my own
And I don’t need you, I found a strength I’ve never known
I’ll bring thunder, I’ll bring rain, oh-oh
When I’m finished, they won’t even know your name

[Pre-Chorus]
You brought the flames and you put me through hell
I had to learn how to fight for myself
And we both know all the truth I could tell
I’ll just say this is I wish you farewell
[Chorus]
I hope you’re somewhere prayin’, prayin’
I hope your soul is changin’, changin’
I hope you find your peace
Falling on your knees, prayin’
[Bridge]
Oh, sometimes, I pray for you at night
Someday, maybe you’ll see the light
Oh, some say, in life, you’re gonna get what you give
But some things only God can forgive
[Chorus]
I hope you’re somewhere prayin’, prayin’
I hope your soul is changin’, changin’
I hope you find your peace
Falling on your knees, prayin’

Mozzy – New Era New King

Bald headed bum
Nigga said he a living legend living like a peasant
Hell gang Mozzy nigga one up top ahky
We don’t do no boxing we gon’ one up top him
Forty pop pop him got him pop locking
Forty pop pop him got him pop locking
Forty pop pop him got him pop locking
If niggas know me then niggas know fuck Bo
We done slithered through the nine and the four
Senior citizen ass fuck around and have a stroke
Where was loc when tiny wee got smoked I don’t know
I ain’t finna mention hook cause L-Finga my woe
Nigga mentioned a ZillaZoe but took a L in that woe
Heard TNutty if you murdered your folks he ain’t do shit
Wankie doodle ain’t a blood in the bounty he be with crips
RideZilla Tony got hit with five nigga
He came back to life but he practically died nigga
RideZilla cuzzo got hit with that five nigga
Them bullets hit his body he actually died nigga
La Fa-illa, Car full of drillas we taking trips
Tell T-Nutty I still love you his big homie a bitch
Who is Lynch Nigga come to my section he getting drenched
It’s the clique on that oak park blood side of the fence
Never switch I been here since a puppy I’m really from it
Ask the younging about the big homie Mozzy them niggas love me
You on IG displaying the politics for the public
Somebody tell that old ass fucker that ain’t a hundred
He don’t like how I’m coming they hate that I’m getting money
You still booking shows for a thousand you niggas funny
Broke and bummy that’s why they bitter about the fella mozarella
We backing up everything that we yelling
Backing up everyhing that we yelling
And it’s one up top back in the chamber what’s hannen
I said we backing up everything that we yelling
And it’s one up top back in the chamber what’s hannen
We don’t do no boxing we gon’ one up top him
Forty pop pop him got him pop locking
Forty pop pop him got him pop locking
Nigga forty pop pop him got him pop locking
We don’t do no boxing we gon’ one up top him
Forty pop pop him got him pop locking
Forty pop pop him got him pop locking
Nigga forty pop pop him got him pop locking

Nicky D’s – New Day (feat. Young Thug & Lil Yachty)

Fuck is you speakin’ on? I give a fuck
It’s a new day err day
We goin’ up like doors in a Merci’
Nights like a kid on a first date
When a verse lay everybody screw their face up in the worst way
I put on for Ireland
Bitches in Dublin get wet like a fireman
All the Leviathan say that you ballin’ and buy it then
Or take your tongue and just bite it then
Hush little baby, you rappers is hoes
Attracted to hoes that be smashin’ my folk
I’m used to the cold, I adapted to woes
But we all be like, "who you actin’ a fool?"
These questions need answers
Bet all your bands up
I got ’em bop like a hansom
Young D’s got jokes like a hansom
Tell ’em all hold up like ransom

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Yachty]
I play in Bentleys while you playin’ 2K (2K)
Count up some digits, drop ’em on your toupee (toupee)
I mix that Actavis with some lil’ Kool-Aid (Kool-Aid, lean, lean)
I took your bitch from her, she earned a new name (call her…)
Get inside that bitch, then go Mike it like a champagne (inside that bitch)
Earned all my racks, now I rock gold like a Ace of Spades (Ace of Spades)
Fell in love with a brick, fuck you hoes on a bad day (ayy, ayy)
She a dime and hair grey, cuff her, goin’ out like OJ
Lil Boat, Lil Boat
Like OJ (Lil Boat) Who is you schemin’ on? That’s a no
My nigga, that’s not a maybe (no)
Top of the buildin’, coolin’, I be chillin’
I see the pavilion, I fuck up a million (pew, pew, pew)
My rides all dirty, I feel like Chamillion
I run up that sack for my future children, gang
I’m (Lil Boat) finna (Lil Boat) have to (Lil Boat) run it up
Back that ass back like a dump truck (beep)
Niggas be hatin’ that I’m up (yeah)
They ain’t want me to win, but I did (no)
Make that bitch squirt like a squid (squirt)
That bitch got makeup over my white cover
I fought like I fuck her, don’t fall like I love her
All of these pussy rap niggas be suckas
Ain’t goin’ out like that, no

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Yachty]
I play in Bentleys while you playin’ 2K (2K)
Count up some digits, drop ’em on your toupee (toupee)
I mix that Actavis with some lil’ Kool-Aid (Kool-Aid, lean, lean)
I took your bitch from her, she earned a new name (call her…)
Get inside that bitch, then go Mike it like a champagne (inside that bitch)
Earned all my racks, now I rock gold like a Ace of Spades (Ace of Spades)
Fell in love with a brick, fuck you hoes on a bad day (ayy, ayy)
She a dime and hair grey, cuff her, goin’ out like OJ
Lil Boat, Lil Boat
Like OJ (Lil Boat)
[Verse 3: Nicky D’s]
Thugger brought lean and Yachty got Sprite
Now we in commercials like we takin’ flights
But I be in PJs like sleepin’ at night
I be in PJs like sleepin’ at night
Haters be talkin’ like they got the right
But I be confused like…
What? [Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, know I got that white kid with me, nigga, know what I’m sayin’
I ain’t gon’ waist no time, nigga
Right to it
[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Yachty]
I play in Bentleys while you playin’ 2K (2K)
Count up some digits, drop ’em on your toupee (toupee)
I mix that Actavis with some lil’ Kool-Aid (Kool-Aid, lean, lean)
I took your bitch from her, she earned a new name (call her…)
Get inside that bitch, then go Mike it like a champagne (inside that bitch)
Earned all my racks, now I rock gold like a Ace of Spades (Ace of Spades)
Fell in love with a brick, fuck you hoes on a bad day (ayy, ayy)
She a dime and hair grey, cuff her, goin’ out like OJ
Lil Boat, Lil Boat
Like OJ (Lil Boat)
[Verse 1: Nicky D’s]
Lots of duplicates, yeah all my bitches come in twos now
She say, "You a lil’ stressed so just lay back," man what a true pal
I done been in some real shootouts
Places that you cannot move ’round
Blowin’ on pack and it’s cool loud
All of my homies scream uptown
I just thought you should know a few things about the kid
If I hit it once you gon’ feel it all around your ribs
You just wanna fuck ’cause you heard about the D rich
It’s a new day, and I’m in the kitchen whippin’ like a soufflé
Got a Creole lil’ shawty, my new bae
She be at the crib like a roommate
When I tell you pull up

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Yachty]
I play in Bentleys while you playin’ 2K (2K)
Count up some digits, drop ’em on your toupee (toupee)
I mix that Actavis with some lil’ Kool-Aid (Kool-Aid, lean, lean)
I took your bitch from her, she earned a new name (call her…)
Get inside that bitch, then go Mike it like a champagne (inside that bitch)
Earned all my racks, now I rock gold like a Ace of Spades (Ace of Spades)
Fell in love with a brick, fuck you hoes on a bad day (ayy, ayy)
She a dime and hair grey, cuff her, goin’ out like OJ
Lil Boat, Lil Boat
Like OJ (Lil Boat)
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Got a lil’, got a lil’ bitch from Lil Haiti
Watch her go wipe that lil’ baby (lil’ baby)
Would I share money with you? Peep your whole convo like speakerphone (yah)
Know that sideways shit
They be talkin’ ’bout every fuckin’ time that my back turned
Yeah all you pussy cats need a pap smear
Like Papoose, I ain’t ever dropped a wack verse
Last hearse came for a body I caught
They ain’t even make it up to the lobby at all
It’s obvious, dog, I’m prolly the one ’cause they be callin’ me up
You want a verse then slide me the fuzz?

Prof – Time Bomb

Your mom wouldn’t like me, your papa or your uncle either
Each his nieces dime pieces
I’m such a wascally wabbit
Have been treated for diseases
It’s not my bad that I have it, no! [Chorus]
Ooooohhh
I can’t bring myself to follow the rules
Come with me if you want to get on the news
Hold tight, I’ll light this muthafuckin’ fuse
Chickaboom, chickaboom
X2 [Chorus]
Ooooohhh
I can’t bring myself to follow the rules
Come with me if you want to get on the news
Hold tight, I’ll light this muthafuckin’ fuse
Chickaboom, chickaboom
X2
[Verse 2: Prof]
Boogie-woogie
Fully buzzed up up in my hoodie
I stay getting pussy
Chocolate and vanilla pudding
I’m young Doogie Howser
Young pookie is king of Powderhorn
I’m getting stupid, can’t possibly be better looking
Oooooh baby
What you do to me must be some good Voodoo baby
When solo ooh you look just like a photo baby
I can’t say no, it’s a problems, this is fatal baby, cuz you a time bomb baby
[Bridge: Prof]
ATM, got the cash, ate well, all of that
Feeling good, already knew it, I’m about to get into it
Bad bad boy, bad bad boy, um are you mad mad boy
Bad bad young man though, be ready to get your plans cancelled
[Hook]
That’s how I’m feeling
I’m at the top of my game you know what the deal is
Somebody order up me some more fucking mirrors
So fresh, so clean, how come this is so fucking easy? [Verse 1: Prof]
Yeeeeaaaaahhhhhh
Feeling good, feeling good at the liquor store
Spend my money on these bottles, bouta take them all
What I’m bouta get into I’ll never know
So many plans, so many plants, I got several
[Bridge: Prof]
ATM, got the cash, ate well, all of that
Feeling good, already knew it, I’m about to get into it
Bad bad boy, bad bad boy, um are you mad mad boy
Bad bad young man though, be ready to have your plans cancelled
Are you rolling with me? [Hook: Prof]
That’s how I’m feeling
I’m at the top of my game you know what the deal is
Somebody order up me some more fucking mirrors
So fresh, so clean, how come this is so fucking easy? It’s so dangerous in this city.

The War on Drugs – Pain

Just standin’ still? [Verse 1]
Go to bed now I can tell
Pain is on the way out now
Look away, a domino falls away
I know it’s hard lookin’ in
Knowin’ that tomorrow you’ll be back again
Hang your head and let me in, I’m waitin’
So long
[Verse 2]
I was staring into the light
When I saw you in the distance, I knew that you’d be mine
Am I movin’ back in time? I met a man with a broken back
He had a fear in his eyes that I could understand
I can’t even shake the pain without breakin’
[Chorus]
I’ve been pullin’ on a wire, but it just won’t break
I’ve been turnin’ up the dial, but I hear no sound
I resist what I cannot change
And I wanna find what can’t be found

[Verse 3]
I’m aware you’re tired and lost
Like a demon in a doorway, waiting to be born
But I’m here all alone, just beggin’
Pull me close and let me hold you in
Give me the deeper understanding of who I am
Yeah, I’m going back again, I’m waiting here
[Chorus]
I’m just pullin’ on a wire, but it just won’t break
I’ve been turnin’ up a dial, but I hear no sound
I resist what I cannot change, own it in your own way
Yeah, I wanna find what can’t be found

All That Remains – The Thunder Rolls

[Verse 1]
Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul in sight
The city’s looking like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
There’s a storm moving in
He’s heading back from somewhere
That he never should have been
[Pre-Chorus]
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
[Verse 2]
Every light is burning
In a house across town
She’s pacing by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown
Asking for a miracle
Hoping she’s not right
Praying it’s the weather
That’s kept him out all night

[Pre-Chorus]
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
[Chorus]
The thunder rolls
And the lightning strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
[Verse 3]
She’s waiting by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he’s alive
But on the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And the lightning flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
[Pre-Chorus]
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls! [Chorus]
The thunder rolls
And the lightning strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
[Bridge]
Deep in her heart
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
The thunder rolls
The thunder rolls on
And the thunder rolls
[Verse 4]
She runs back down the hallway
To the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol
Kept in the dresser drawer
Tells the lady in the mirror
He won’t do this again
Because tonight will be the last time
She’ll wonder where he’s been

Bush – Mad Love

[Verse 1]
I was saving you from drowning
You were silent as a rain cloud
The ceiling was imploding
The walls were closing in
I was feeling a prisoner
Was running so fast
I was speeding through the red lights
Speeding past
[Chorus]
Still got mad love for you, baby
Still got mad love for you, baby
Every day you find ways to drive me crazy
Still got mad love for you, baby
Still got mad love for you, baby
Every day you find ways to drive me crazy
[Refrain]
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
[Verse 2]
So restless while waiting
You’ve been gone so long
I fell in your slipstream
Fell in my arms
And I want you to dance now
To dance just for me
It’s all out of focus
You make me so free

[Chorus]
Still got mad love for you, baby
Still got mad love for you, baby
Every day you find ways to drive me crazy
Still got mad love for you, baby
Still got mad love for you, baby
Every day you find ways to drive me crazy
[Refrain]
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
[Chorus]
Still got mad love for you, baby
Still got mad love for you, baby
Every day you find ways to drive me crazy
Still got mad love for you, baby
Still got mad love for you, baby
Every day you find ways to drive me crazy
[Outro]
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Mad love, mad love