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MEG MAC – Didn’t Wanna Get So Low But I Had To (Low Blows Album)

I go back to where I am losing
Lying down, I can’t stand it
You cannot lose it when you knew it
All along through me
On my own through me
On my own
I didn’t hear it when you said it
On my own, that I would like it
I guess I’ll leave you when I’m leaving
My poor, poor soul, through me
On my own through me
On my own
Oh, I feel it going down
When I’m home I’m not around
Oh, I feel it going down
When I’m home I’m not around
Oh love this crying for a reason
Well it’s all gone and I can taste it
And of the time that I spent losing
It’s on my own, through me

On my own through me
On my own
Oh, I feel it going down
When I’m home I’m not around
Oh, I feel it going down
When I’m home I’m not around
Didn’t want to get so low but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to
And I’m good at lying down
Yeah, good at lying down, ooh
Put me down
Well I’m good at lying down
Oooh, but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to

MEG MAC – Cages (Low Blows Album)

Nobody taught me ‘bout the cages
Lord I can see the pain from here
Saying wake me up and show me please
Wake me up and save me
Don’t leave, don’t leave, leave me
Oh don’t leave, don’t leave
Cause now I see ya
Now I breathe ya
Now I feel ya
Ohh
I remember back to October
Please be good to me
October, please be good to me
October, ooh, October
Please, October, ooh
I was never meant to hide it
But oh they can see it all so clearly
And if they won’t wake me up and show me
Then I’m gonna take me home
And I’m gonna save me
Don’t leave, don’t leave, leave me
Oh don’t leave, don’t leave

Cause now I see ya
Now I breathe ya
Now I feel ya
Ohh
I remember back to October
Please be good to me
October, please be good to me
October, ooh, October
Please, October, ooh
And just like you
I get charmed by the words of the day
And just like you
I lived by these words
But these words won’t
Wake me up and save me
So I’m gonna take me home
And I’m gonna save me
But I remember back to October
Please be good to me
October, please be good to me
October, please be good to me
October, ooh, October
Please, October, ooh

October, please be good to me
October, please be good to me
October, please be good to me
October, please be good to me
October

MEG MAC – Kindness (Low Blows Album)

Kindness and all of that
Useless I’m sick of that
Kindness and all of that
It’s useless I’m sick of that
I’m running with that
I’m running with that
The first time let’s forgive all that
The last time I’ll have none of that
Oh catch up to where I’m at
And you won’t want to run with that
I’m running with that
I’m running with that
Well I’m sorry to step into your world
For a second I used to live there with you
Well I’m sorry to step into your world
For a second I used to live there with you
With you, with you
Kindness and all of that
It’s useless I’m sick of that
And no one says, “Don’t worry about it”
Cause you find, well, you model that

I’m running with that
I’m running with that
Well I’m sorry to step into your world
For a second I used to live there with you
Well I’m sorry to step into your world
For a second I used to live there with you
Well I’m sorry to step into your world
For a second I used to live there with you
With you, with you
With you, with you

MEG MAC – Don’t Need Permission (Low Blows Album)

[Verse 1]
Sit yourself down
Stop talking and listen to me
I know what you like and you’ll like what you say
I’m tired of games
You play by my rules or leave
I know what I want and I get what I need
[Pre-Chorus]
You want this, you earn it
I know that I’m worth it
See it in my eyes
I’m tired of waiting
It’s my time you’re wasting
I won’t apologize
[Chorus]
Gotta be selfish
Take it or leave it
It’s my decision
I don’t need permission to be myself
Gotta be selfish
You better believe it
This ain’t an audition
I don’t need permission to be myself

[Verse 2]
Although you may try
Not sure you can handle this
Just watch and learn
Cause baby I’ll never quit
[Pre-Chorus]
You want this, you earn it
I know that I’m worth it
See it in my eyes
I’m tired of waiting
It’s my time you’re wasting
I won’t apologize
[Chorus]
Gotta be selfish
Take it or leave it
It’s my decision
I don’t need permission to be myself
Gotta be selfish
You better believe it
This ain’t an audition
I don’t need permission to be myself
[Bridge x2]
Ooh, I get what I want, I get what I need
Ooh, I’m not saying sorry, I’m not saying please

Please, please, please
[Chorus 2]
Gotta be selfish
Take it or leave it
Now you gotta listen
I don’t need permission to be myself
[Chorus]
Gotta be selfish
Take it or leave it
It’s my decision
I don’t need permission to be myself
Gotta be selfish
You better believe it
This ain’t an audition
I don’t need permission to be myself
[Bridge]
Ooh, I get what I want, I get what I need
Ooh, I’m not saying sorry, I’m not saying please
Please, please

MEG MAC – Low Blows (Low Blows Album)

You coming round too late
I’ve taken off my face
And you won’t like it
I haven’t seen anyone in days
But it’s best this way
You see I don’t like it
Don’t wanna be anyone again
See I don’t like it
Baby, I have nothing left and
You took my money and you took my friends back
To where I never
Low blows, man up
It’s all good, man up
‘Cause I don’t say much when I don’t like it
Low blows, man up
It’s all good, man up
‘Cause I don’t say much when I don’t like it
Working on my own
Until the work gets cold
That’s when I don’t like it
But I can’t leave anything alone
And I won’t say no
Even when I wanna
I never see the end of anything
‘Cause I don’t like it
Baby, I have nothing left and
You took my money and you took my friends back, oh
To where I never
Low blows, man up
It’s all good, man up
‘Cause I don’t say much when I don’t like it
Low blows, man up
It’s all good, man up
‘Cause I don’t say much when I don’t like it
But I don’t like it
And I never liked it like that
Oh ohoh oh
Oh oh oh, oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Whoah ooh
Baby, I have nothing left and
You took my money and you took my friends back
To where I never
To where I never
To where I never
Low blows, man up
It’s all good, man up
‘Cause I don’t say much when I don’t like it
Low blows, man up
It’s all good, man up
‘Cause I don’t say much when I don’t like it
But I don’t like it
No I don’t like it
And I never liked it
And I never liked it like that

MEG MAC – Grace Gold (Low Blows Album)

Well she’s golden
Have you heard about grace? Well she’s golden
And oh how I know it’s rough
Ooh, I know about dreaming
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
Ohh, uhhh
Ohh, uhhh
Whatchu gonna do when you can’t buy it? Well stay away from my town
Cause it’s just me in my town
And I’ll just move around
And have you heard about grace? Ohh, uhhh
See me cry
See me lay down
Cry, oh just lay down
Oh just lay down
Have you heard about grace? Well she’s golden

And oh how I know it’s rough
I know, I know about dreaming
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
Ooh, in the middle of the road
Been driving so long I forgot about
The dreaming, well I forgot about the dreaming
About the dreaming
Well I forgot about the dreaming
Golden dreaming
Golden dreaming
Golden dreaming
Ohh, uhhh
Ohh, uhhh
Ohh, uhhh
Ohh, uhhh
Let’s all go to grace gold
Let’s all go to grace gold
Grace gold
Grace gold Whatchu gonna do when you can’t buy it? Well she’s golden
Have you heard about grace?

Deacon Blue – Real Gone Kid

And I’d tear out the pages
That I’ve got in these books
Just to find you some words
Just to get some reward
And I’ll show you all the photographs
That I ever got took
And I’ll play you old 45’s
That now mean nothing to me
And you’re a real gone kid
And maybe now baby
Maybe now baby
Maybe now baby
Maybe now baby
Maybe now baby
Maybe now baby
I’ll do what I should have did
Now I’ve stood on your shadow
And I’ve watched it grow
And it’s shaken and it’s driven me
And let me know
Let me know let me know let me know
About all the old 45s
And the paperback rooms
And it’s scattered all the photographs
Of summers and suns
And you’re a real gone kid
And maybe now baby
Maybe now baby
Maybe now baby
Maybe now baby
Maybe now baby
Maybe now baby
I’ll do what I should have did
Cause you’re a real
Gone

Elvis Presley – Sweet Angeline

Sweet Angeline I loved you much more than poets say in rhyme
Just for one short time
Sweet Angeline remember though we’ve not seen the summer through
I lived only for you
I’m only human and I realize it’s no use trying to disguise
My love for you Angeline has ended
So let’s be thankful now not sad
For the little love we’ve had
Sweet Angeline remember though we’ve not seen the summer through
I lived only for you
I’m only human and I realize it’s no use trying to disguise
My love for you Angeline has ended
So let’s be thankful now not sad
For the little love we’ve had

Lil Wayne – Changed It (New Chapter Album)

I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me
No more CMB shit, I changed it
Young Money shit, Mula Gang shit
Different hoes doing the same shit
Poppin’ pills, we don’t know where the pain went
Lit like high beams, sippin’ on my lean
Rippin’ off my wings, knife out my spleen
Yeah, Carter time, I put bling on for the time
She changed her ringtone to one of mine, I changed 23s to 45s
Lil Tune like autotune, I get in her throat and she harmonize
She get the D and ooh la la la, and when she leave, I kumbaya
I whip it up with the left hand, I don’t fuck with the yes man
I get younger by the second, I don’t rust like Def Jam
It’s a must I expand, and flex on my ex-team
Have sex on my jet ski, text my chef, told ’em "Let’s beef"
Changing girls, change is fine
She don’t like girls, change her mind
Change the world, change my line
Never ever change my slimes
Changing looks, changing lies, changing skies, changing lanes
Me, Minaj, and Champagne changed the game
And y’all chump change
I’m just sayin’
Quiet dog, my phone changed up
I’m icin’ up my Barbie chains up
And when I come, get your change cup
These bum bitches never change up
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they on the same
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they still on the same
You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
Is that your boyfriend? That shit disgusts me I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they on the same
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they still on the same
You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin? I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me
The big 3 on the court, bitch hit them bleachers
I don’t wanna have to break bad like it screeches
A bitch out in Atlanta eating them peaches
A bitch got more bars than where Big Meech is
No, you can’t bone it, nigga, ain’t no Lisa here
She gon’ dread dissin’ Nicki like Lisa hair
I buy, lil nigga, ain’t no leaser here
The bitch gambled her career, now it’s gon’ be severe
I ain’t just be watchin’ bitches pitfalls
Stop doin’ pills, but bitch don’t withdrawals
I am in my mansion rockin’ pink drawers
I leveled up, bitch, I switch flows
MJ to the teens, I am Billie Jean and them bitches my sons
I’m doin’ it for fun, I am the first number, tell them bitches I won
This hoe gettin’ slick, so I put on gym shoes and extended my run
MJ, game 6, Jackson, Tyson
Quiet dog, my phone changed up
I’m icin’ up my Barbie chains up
And when I come, get your change cup
These bum bitches never change up
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they still on the same
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they still on the same
You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin? I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me
Mula, Mula Gang
Mula, Mula Gang
Mula Gang, Gang, Gang
That your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin? I did it for everybody out here on they own
I did it for the ones who walk a mile in them cages
And never tell me no
Come get me when I fall, and tell me when I’m wrong
But you should know I bought ’em
I changed, I changed
They say that shit the same, it ain’t the same, though
I changed, I changed
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they on the same shit
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they still on the same shit
You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?

Rayven Justice – Between Your Thighs (feat. Young Greatness) (Wavy Justice Album)

What should a sucker mean? But as soon as I get inside
Put my face in between your thighs
Put my face in between your thighs
Put my face in between your thighs
[Verse 1]
It’s been a long day, I’ve been working all day
Can’t believe I’m still here, I don’t wanna be here
All I can think, open ’em my baby at home for me
Hoping that she ready to jump on me, hoping that she ready to hump on me
[Pre-Hook]
What should the liquor mean? Wish you to fuck with me
Wish you to ride on me, hope you can take the D
After, get high with me babe
[Hook]
Can’t lie girl I need it, I need it your feining
Cause I been working hard all day, your body I love it
I cannot control it, you make a nigga feel this way
I swear girl I’m on my way, so anxious how can I wait? What should a sucker mean? But as soon as I get inside
Put my face in between your thighs
Put my face in between your thighs
Put my face in between your thighs

[Verse 2]
Fuck the neighbours, finna fuck your ass on the table
Oh yeah, baby, open your legs I just wanna taste it
Oh yeah, got you screaming out loud, come and knock your lights out
You’re making too much noise, forgot that this was your mom’s house
[Pre-Hook]
What should the liquor mean? Wish you to fuck with me
Wish you to ride on me, hope you can take the D
After, get high with me babe
[Hook]
Can’t lie girl I need it, I need it your feining
Cause I been working hard all day, your body I love it
I cannot control it, you make a nigga feel this way
I swear girl I’m on my way, so anxious how can I wait? But as soon as I get inside
Put my face in between your thighs
Put my face in between your thighs
Put my face in between your thighs [Hook]
Can’t lie girl I need it, I need it your feining
Cause I been working hard all day, your body I love it
I cannot control it, you make a nigga feel this way
I swear girl I’m on my way, so anxious how can I wait? But as soon as I get inside
Put my face in between your thighs
Put my face in between your thighs
Put my face in between your thighs
Can’t lie girl I need it, I need it your feining
Cause I been working hard all day, your body I love it
I cannot control it, you make a nigga feel this way
I swear girl I’m on my way, so anxious how can I wait?

Rayven Justice – R.E.A.L. (feat. Dni Mike) (Wavy Justice Album)

[Verse 1: Rayven Justice]
My mama need me, my daddy need me
Niggas plottin’ on me, yeah
My brother got shot, that changed a whole lot
The city was in a struggle, oh
No love in these streets, cried for 3 weeks
I thought it was a dream
These niggas you gotta watch, bitches you gotta watch
This hatin’ shit won’t stop
[Pre-Hook: Rayven Justice]
I’m lost in these cold streets, just tryna find myself
You tryna get to know me, nigga, I don’t know myself
Get outta my face, niggas be actin’ all day
Ones that love you still hate, all of these bitches be so fake
[Hook: Rayven Justice]
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real

[Verse 2: DNI Mike]
Rest in peace my brother Norm, these cold streets did him wrong
He just left, ten minutes later get a phone call that he gone
Damn, I wish I would never let you go alone
That’s on the gang, if I was there, you would have made it home
I gots to keep this shit real
That happened 3 years ago and it’s hurtin’ me still
Niggas tryna get to know me, keep this shit real
Niggas fake, no new friends dawg so fuck how you feel
How you feel Rayv? That’s how I feel too
You feel lost in these streets, I feel lost too
I swear thing ain’t been the same since I lost you, brother
But I hold shit down ’til the next time I cross you, brother
[Pre-Hook: Rayven Justice]
I’m lost in these cold streets, just tryna find myself
You tryna get to know me, nigga, I don’t know myself
Get outta my face, niggas be actin’ all day
Ones that love you still hate, all of these bitches be so fake
[Hook: Rayven Justice]
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real

[Pre-Hook: Rayven Justice]
I’m lost in these cold streets, just tryna find myself
You tryna get to know me, nigga, I don’t know myself
Get outta my face, niggas be actin’ all day
Ones that love you still hate, all of these bitches be so fake
[Hook: Rayven Justice]
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real

Rayven Justice – Another (Wavy Justice Album)

[Hook]
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Pussy so good, I’m ’bout to pass out
Then I hit that when I put that cash out
Hit it so good, she had to tap out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
[Verse 1]
Need a fix
You know how a nigga get
Swear to God, I been feining all day
Need you to bring that ass right away
Got you calling me daddy when I’m in it
Had you screaming out loud, wait a minute
Now your nigga blowing up your damn phone
After we done, you better take your ass home, babe
[Pre-Hook]
These niggas be so mad
They bitch be so bad
I like what I see
She got what I need
[Hook]
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Pussy so good, I’m ’bout to pass out
Then I hit that when I put that cash out
Hit it so good, she had to tap out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out

[Verse 2]
Ain’t no way
I could ever let you slide my way
Don’t give a fuck about your man
Hope you get it, hope you really understand
Take you down as soon as you came in
Round 2, had to do it again
All these niggas mad at me cause you they bitch
How could you blame me, my nigga, she thick
[Pre-Hook]
These niggas be so mad
They bitch be so bad
I like what I see
She got what I need
[Hook]
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Pussy so good, I’m ’bout to pass out
Then I hit that when I put that cash out
Hit it so good, she had to tap out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
[Pre-Hook]
These niggas be so mad
They bitch be so bad
I like what I see
She got what I need

[Hook]
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Pussy so good, I’m ’bout to pass out
Then I hit that when I put that cash out
Hit it so good, she had to tap out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out

Rayven Justice – All Night (feat. Surfa Solo) (Wavy Justice Album)

[Hook: Rayven Justice]
I don’t even know your damn name
Think I drunk too much champagne
This Henny got a nigga rolling
I ain’t leaving ’til the morning
I want it all night
I don’t care if your mama in the house
I want it all night
You gon’ get this, you gon’ get this
I want it all night
Nothing gonna make you scream girl
I want it all night
Yeah
[Verse 1: Surfa Solo]
Got Xannie with lean, I turn to a fiend
Got guns with beems, rings and things
Thots on they way, I’m ready to play
And all of that ass is here to stay
I’m fucking in broad day, in cars and highways
The mall and in the clubs, Im drunk, I’m turnt up
I leave, I’m gon’ fuck
Tell your bitch wassup and your bitch wassup
[Pre-Hook: Surfa Solo & Rayven Justice]
All my bitches baddest
They look so good, attractive
Your name, I forgot it
But that ain’t the topic

[Hook: Rayven Justice]
I don’t even know your damn name
Think I drunk too much champagne
This Henny got a nigga rolling
I ain’t leaving ’til the morning
I want it all night
I don’t care if your mama in the house
I want it all night
You gon’ get this, you gon’ get this
I want it all night
Nothing gonna make you scream girl
I want it all night
Yeah
[Verse 2: Rayven Justice]
I wanna see you work, work, work, work, work
Let me see you twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Scream out my name when you ride it
I go insane when I’m inside it
All of that ass is so appealing, appealing
That pussy got me grinning, grinning
Just you baby, don’t be scared
Wanna fuck you good, wanna fuck you right here
I don’t remember your name
But I know I like your frame
I gotta earn my stripes
Even if it take all night

[Hook: Rayven Justice]
I don’t even know your damn name
Think I drunk too much champagne
This Henny got a nigga rolling
I ain’t leaving ’til the morning
I want it all night
I don’t care if your mama in the house
I want it all night
You gon’ get this, you gon’ get this
I want it all night
Nothing gonna make you scream girl
I want it all night
Yeah
[Verse 3: Surfa Solo]
Killing pussy with swag
Your other nigga was trapped
I don’t get in my feelings
I just get in these women
One hell of a being
Feels sexy in it
I don’t need a reason
Mike Jack, I beat it
I leave her agitated
All these thots related
Champagne, champagne, I’m too faded
All night baby, come roll with me
All night baby, come roll this tree

[Pre-Hook: Surfa Solo & Rayven Justice]
All my bitches baddest
They look so good, attractive
Your name, I forgot it
But that ain’t the topic
[Hook: Rayven Justice]
I don’t even know your damn name
Think I drunk too much champagne
This Henny got a nigga rolling
I ain’t leaving ’til the morning
I want it all night
I don’t care if your mama in the house
I want it all night
You gon’ get this, you gon’ get this
I want it all night
Nothing gonna make you scream girl
I want it all night
Yeah

Rick Ross – Dead Presidents (Geechi Liberachi Album)

Rather you than me
If you’ve been fucking with me from Port of Miami
It’s been hell of a fucking journey
Ain’t nun’ changed nigga
Lil’ stronger, lil’ wiser, maybe a lil’ more violent
Blame it on America
Fuck it
I’m pulling off the lot, I bought it cash
Her future bright, don’t give a fuck about her past
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
But I notice that she missing all her edges
I run the game just by running with the felons
Poor attitude, and got rich nigga calisthenics
Walking in the courtroom, sipping on a beverage
I know the judge, so I got a lot of leverage
Pissing on these bitches is a fetish (R. Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Fuck you niggas was, when I was ashy nigga
Loafers and the chop, I keep it classy nigga
Build a empire, yeah that’s what my state of mind
Motherfuck ’em all, yeah that’s what my state of mind
Keep the blocks over there, we call it Lego land
Meanwhile the kids smoking like it’s Amsterdam
Dope boy Prez, you know who got the troops
Sixteen when I bought my first Rollie
Legend in my hood just like I’m Escobar
Never ride dirties in the extra car
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty til’ proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter
Still in a box, got her rapping acapella
Can’t trust no people fucking with the Reverend
I got a chopper, boy don’t make me be the devil
He knocking on the door and know the password
Gave me his blessings, boy I’m hotter than the last verse
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty til’ proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent
I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money
On my third passport, and I’m geechie as fuck
I got wet stripper pussy at the airport
I got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopper
Bussing down a hundred bales in the bath tub
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes
I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds
Get to the clutching on the hammer, ain’t no dance moves
I was posted on the stoop, hanging with my Haitians
The murder’s on the news, all front pages
Young niggas catching bodies, ain’t no relations
I was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa, Fiji
They rob you two times in a row, that’s a repeat
And I’m fucking niggas hoes cause they easy
I’m in here fucking niggas wives, balls breezy
She gotta fuck me like she love me, like she need me
I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs
I make a movie every single fucking day
I John Travolta when I flood that Patek face
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty til’ proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent
Let’s go!

Rick Ross – Kyrie (Geechi Liberachi Album)

[Interlude]
DP on the beat
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch? Maybach Music
[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Steven Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches know it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

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

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like it’s Captain Crunch
We cruising La Brea like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house
[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

Rick Ross – On Everything (Geechi Liberachi Album)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
(DJ Khaled!)
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
‘Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
Matchin’ condo, matchin’ Rollie
That’s on everything (straight up)
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Ay, DJ Khaled, I’d die for you, my nigga
So you already know I’d kill for you
Boss
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Diamonds drippin’ on me, she know who the one
Two-seaters every season and I just begun
Aquafina, she drippin’ puddles on a sunny day
Multi-million dollar plays and that’s a hundred ways
Fuck a fashion, we could match in my Hermès seats
Top down, JFK, I pray he get impeached
Say no names, Supreme underwear and like 80 chains
Hundred for the rich forever perspective, never change
Petty bitches postin’ niggas like they would win in pictures
Evidently, I’m gettin’ richer, trickin’ seven figures
Ain’t no difference when you see me or that’s on television
Chasin’ a hundred million, baby, that’s my natural ambition
Boss

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
‘Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
Matchin’ condo, matchin’ Rollie
That’s on everything (straight up)
That’s on my life, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I took my life and bossed it up
I took the risk, coin-tossed it up
I just left work to work some more, I’m still a workaholic
I done sacrificed it all, paid the dues and costs
Life will test us all, let’s see if we true or false
I walk up to my fate and stare that shit in the face
Hungry for the competition, bitch, get on my plate
No mercy, no grace, I’m checkin’ off my to-do list
There’s no room off in the schedule
It’s only room for improvement
And I realized all I ever needed was in me, nigga
S on my chest, boy, so shots can’t even pinch me, nigga
No substitute for me, but they gon’ still tempt me, nigga
God is in me, that’s the only one who can end me, nigga
And we seen more blessings than a Baptist Ebenezer
My daddy says: "You got a good girl, she’s a keeper."
Boy, I’m a Caesar, I see shit and seize it
Roc-A-Fella chain, but you can still get Ether’d
Yeah, they don’t really fuckin’ feel me
Man, but when you really run it they try and clip your Achilles’
I’m on track to a billi’, I got Khaled fuckin’ with me
That mean I got the Holy Key and got the key to the city, lil nigga

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
‘Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
Matchin’ condo, matchin’ Rollie
That’s on everything (straight up)
That’s on my life, yeah, yeah [Intro: DJ Khaled]
We The Best Music!

Lil Baby – Survive Da Motion (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Chorus]
Hopin’ that they never find us
Promise they gon’ try to hide us
But fuck ’em, I’m buckin’, they gon’ have to do they job
I’ma tape before I star
Every day it was hard, I been golden since the start
Duckin’ feds, runnin’ the cars
In the streets ain’t no awards
So this Rollie be my trophy
I’m just tryna survive the motions
I’m just tryna survive the motions
[Verse 1]
First of all let me say
Free Lil Jacques and D
Man they been gon’ for a long while
Two lifes plus eight five, they got a long time
Damn they got my dawgs in a jam
Free all of my dawgs out the can
Stand on my two feet just like a man
In the yard goin’ hard, when I touched down I had a plan
Twenty days, a hundred bands, I did that
You come from the jungle, I can dig that
You can’t tell me nothin’ ’bout the struggle
Man these streets I’m really in ’em, every day I had to live that

[Chorus]
Hopin’ that they never find us
Promise they gon’ try to hide us
But fuck ’em, I’m buckin’, they gon’ have to do they job
I’ma tape before I star
Every day it was hard, I been golden since the start
Duckin’ feds, runnin’ the cars
In the streets ain’t no awards
So this Rollie be my trophy
I’m just tryna survive the motions
I’m just tryna survive the motions
[Verse 2]
Keep my heart open
I been heart broken
Every soda that I drink it got lean inside it
Every nigga who ain’t with me swear they livin’ inside me
Pour me up some syrup so I can focus
I’m just tryna survive the motions
In the meantime, gotta by my mama a new Benz
Came out hard on them niggas
Fuck who ain’t with me, I don’t need friends
Niggas mad at me ’cause they hoes on my drip
Nigga fall back ‘fore that ho get you killed
Had to crawl back, lost a whole quarter mil
Fuck you and them niggas that’s with you, that’s how I feel

[Chorus]
Hopin’ that they never find us
Promise they gon’ try to hide us
But fuck ’em, I’m buckin’, they gon’ have to do they job
I’ma tape before I star
Every day it was hard, I been golden since the start
Duckin’ feds, runnin’ the cars
In the streets ain’t no awards
So this Rollie be my trophy
I’m just tryna survive the motions
I’m just tryna survive the motions

Lil Baby – Pink Slip (feat. Young Thug) (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

She goin’ too
Read my glasses, that’s a hundred racks and
Read my glasses, that’s a hundred racks and
Sean Jean jeans, hundred racks inside these
Money old, got it colored like Monopoly
She can’t control me, baby got no lock on me
Driveway got the foreigns in it
I whipped up a ‘Rari, caught lil shawty off a backboard
Peep out the window with that K like Michael Maxwells
I bless lil’ shawty with all kinda bags, and you ain’t gotta ask for it
I drop some racks for it, ayy
[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Sippin’ on codeine, I got a problem
I be with them gangsters and them robbers
Have a nigga lookin’ for who shot ya
Probably in Jamaica with the Rastas
I’m gon’ get ’em in for the cheap
And them bitches go for twenty-three
I know that these niggas envy me
And won’t stop until I reach the T-O-P, I’m at the top
I’m acting crazy again, I had your lady again
Know she told you we was friends, but she ate the dick in the Benz
She know I’m a real one, she smell it
She do whatever I tell her
She let me hit it whenever as long as I keep on necklace
I ate that pussy for breakfast, yeah yeah
Diamonds on my neck, I got ’em frozen
Water on my wrist came from the ocean
Every nigga with me get them loads in
Only with the bros who put them fours in
Pink slip

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
This the type of shit I used to ask for
Remember down bad, I had to ask for it
Damn I’m out of lean, I poured my last four
Now my car say two hundred on dashboard
I get that money for real, I get that paper for real, yeah yeah
I get that money for real, I get that paper for real, yeah yeah
All my diamonds on me, yeah they shining
When I made parole that’s perfect timing
Range Rover look pregnant with the body
Presidential tint so I can’t see nobody
Your bitch on my hitlist ’cause she’s a hottie
I know once I get in it I’m gon’ ride it
I get that money forever, we get that money together, dig that
Bitches be walkin’ up on me, niggas be actin’ like groupies, get back
Gettin’ to the money since like this high
Now I’m lil big homie all on this side [Verse 1: Young Thug]
I got money on my mind, I do whatever for it
Human trafficking, they go from border to border
I’m on a vacation, dive in the clearest water, ayy
I stuffed two hundred ounces in a Pamper
Oh that’s your señorita?

Lil Baby – Large (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Chorus]
Maybach parked outside
Take up two parking spots
Barely old enough to drive
I been gettin’ way too high
Livin’ large, livin’ large, livin’ large, livin’ large
Everybody livin’ large
Livin’ large, livin’ large, livin’ large, livin’ large
Everybody livin’ large
[Verse]
Started from the bottom, now the condo so big I don’t see nobody
Pink toes, long hair, runnin’ ’round the lobby
Livin’ large every day like I hit the lottery, livin’ large
Five star restaurants
Watchin’ Floyd fight, we in the front
Hawks game, we on the floor
Niggas’ bitches dirty bird me, Julio
Take my dogs all around the globe
Shooters with me, they go everywhere I go
Stickin’ to the code, ain’t gon’ never fold
I’ma stand up like a man, that’s what I was told
Hoppin’ off a plane fresh as fuck, screamin’ free Steve
We done had a damn good year, you wouldn’t believe
I done counted a whole million cash with my bare hands
Dashboard say two twenty-five, I’m ’bout to do it
Percocet and molly on my ass, I’m ’bout to lose it
We been countin’ cash for three hours, gettin’ to it
I don’t care if they never found the body, I don’t watch the news
So much money on the floor like we just left a move
Shootouts in broad day with the cops
Nigga it ain’t safe on my block
Nigga came a long way from rocks
I can not go home without the guap
We got Glocks tucked in the stash spot
We don’t stop at stop signs, I’ma keep going
Man they killed my dawg over nothing, we was too cool
Remember gettin’ that J to check us in when we was in high school
Hellcat goin’ real fast
Hopin’ I don’t crash, I’m just tryna stay focused

Lil Baby – Stendo (feat. 4Pf Dt) (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

Them hot boys with me
Long live Jimmy, wish he was still with me
Swear to god every day I wish lil one was still livin’
Lean fuckin’ with my kidney, but I’ma keep on sippin’ yeah
Yeah I’ma keep on sippin’
[Chorus: Lil Baby & 4PF DT]
Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
Forty on my hip, I lay low
Got some bros that’ll shoot when I say so
They’ll spray a hundred rounds out the draco
Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
Forty on my hip, I lay low
Got some bros that’ll shoot when I say so
They’ll spray a hundred rounds out the draco
[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Fourteen with a bankroll
Only god knows all the shit that I been through
Dead broke when the rent due
I stayed down for the come-up now I’m stunting with my whole crew
Young niggas who with me ’bout whatever, they get cheddar
Boss up on them niggas, I done reached another level
Had some soda and some yola and I put that shit together
Hot boys thuggin’, I try to tell ’em do better
I was on the rock gettin’ paper
I ain’t have no time for no hater
All these bitches tell me they gon’ chase me
I don’t chase it, I’m not a chaser

[Chorus: Lil Baby & 4PF DT]
Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
Forty on my hip, I lay low
Got some bros that’ll shoot when I say so
They’ll spray a hundred rounds out the draco
Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
Forty on my hip, I lay low
Got some bros that’ll shoot when I say so
They’ll spray a hundred rounds out the draco
[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Hundred rounds on the draco
Lil D, he gon’ shoot when I say so
All I know is real lives but my niggas on go
I’ma stand up on the block like a fuckin’ light pole
Wish I would’ve stayed in school but I didn’t
My mama tried to show me the right way but I didn’t listen
But now I’m in the spot, on [?] streets, in the kitchen
And I’m fifteen but I ran up them digits (I ran them digits up)
Dracos like YoungBoy
I’m a young boy
Tommy gun boy
Just for fun boy
Breakin’ in cars, we used to rob, it was hard
We used to starve, we came far

[Chorus: Lil Baby & 4PF DT]
Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
Forty on my hip, I lay low
Got some bros that’ll shoot when I say so
They’ll spray a hundred rounds out the draco
Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
Forty on my hip, I lay low
Got some bros that’ll shoot when I say so
They’ll spray a hundred rounds out the draco
[Outro: 4PF DT]
Dracos
Dracos, dracos, dracos
Stendos, stendos, stendos
Dracos, dracos, dracos
Stendos, stendos, stendos
And we throwin’ up them fours
And we pourin’ up them fours
Screamin’ free all of the bros
Yeah yeah yeah [Intro: Lil Baby]
4PF shit, ya digg?