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Tabby – Doozy (White Trash Album)

Woah
Telling his conscience, "No!"
It’s like a toddler. Actually
Man’s Ken bald, just plastic. Clutch on a 4-0
Stow lows in the dough like some cold cuts
On the rug, gold dung from 4th horse
Folks scold Labrador. Genius won’t help you
These beams from final Freiza zoom
Past dunce cap. Neat
Do that. [Verse 1]
Chrome dojo for the shogun
Ever since popo went and shown guns
Bogo for a soul. Toast
To all I see, raise potion like a child
Dust off the prophecy
And soul rhymed the magnum opus
Oh shit, you comically endowed
Pipsqueak. It’s only one
True turds ain’t getting flushed. I choose to breach
Through glass, the roof is weak
Hugh Jackman, Pool, and me
Heal fastest screwed and beat
Took Xanny, earned a seat with with the cool kids
Loot’s burning in my pocket
Two dollars feel heavy, view blurred. Dude
That’s antique. Not paying you to act
As my comical confidant like
Louis CK rapped Illmatic and fondled Nas
Fucking go! Older bro got away with it again
Scuffles squash beef with siblings so they put em up
Wendy watches, lost boys do not give a fuck
Dimes falling for me like school bully ankle holds
Woke to one’s tongue noogieing my pink cranium
90’s punk catered toward 90 punks skating worn rails
Hottest spot? Just loosened up the front
So boo the few who lust for unique stuff and bitch
Group up, form a new clique or cult
Who’s purpose is purse lips & suck my dick
Smalls, you’re killing me
Closed minds hold mouths open and fuck with chivalry
Purchase DirecTV, this is plastic vs. See–"
Woops. I have none
Spare fucks? Don’t have one
Spare change? Crimson dot noggin rocks
I’m that cracker Polly want. Panties got firm hold on man meat. That’s cute, dude
Caught ya dressed in a too-too
In a personal session of FPS going "pew pew."
I’m a loose cannon like the suit’s off of Mewtwo
Popped a few ludes, Leo moves to my Uber
Driver looking real shook, saying, "we got a drooler."
Skit’s great but switch blade saying
"Humor gets neutered, dog. Gonna pass it to the man himself, but before I go, I just wanna personally thank you for listening. I’m cooped in this coupe." His response
"Good one, impressive set up. Broke
Tossed all my dollars towards
LP’s, fuck Prada. Swatted swamp water
Spotting posses pretty pompous but ya squad just polliwogs
Quick gander at your steeze
Cue laughter, cannot breathe
Woo gals out panties? Face it. Fact is:

[Beat Switch]
[Verse 2]
You’s a casket’s main attraction
Rappers aim high, then complain their lagging
Cut padawon braids, snip snip
To patch up rib cage of Adam
Dance break? Bic bleeds ink
Leaves sixteens indecent
Teased, stripped me of these? [Intro]
I cannot be fucked with
I cannot be fucked with
I cannot be fucked with
I cannot be fucked with! Woah
No one can stop him. And he’s got the gaul to pan me? Interrupt the fuck with first Jetta vasectomy
[Outro: BIGQUINT]
Hahaha, well, it’s been a pleasure talking to y’all. Eww
Words could be different. PhD in doom
Your screen say Windows Vista? Have a blessed day I’m Nissen
Eat kimchi, its heat I weave in
Strings of speech till seams start preaching
Keep up. Yawn, nodding off
Jaws spout so on the nose, quotes popping nollies
Chunks of words churn in gut ’till worth hurled
Shucked from rural curb this stuck & stirred pearl
Paint absurd murals, make Bansky’s work curl
Ten piggies at the market. And remember, clean your earbuds you nasty, dirty, waxy eared motherfuckers. die-cast
Neither side ethers seeing legs through a wine glass
Craddle cries from nightstand ’cause your white ass
Doing lines fast like Flash now a dope fiend
Woke me chose flows slower than froze streams
Molting to composed monk, orange robe peeled
Stroking oak beads, spoke with the obese
Told me, "Dip a toe in the codene."
Fuck that
"Slip some shit in ’bout gold things."
Fuck that too
"Bum a stoge when you lonely."
Okay
Lymph nodes so active, throat sports a fitbit
Since the rope’s been slacking
Trunk kicking but the stool static
Your come up logic lacking like Kirk lost Spock
Average maestros go viral like their girl’s crotch
Sip molotov then lob.

Left Rights – If You Figure This Out We’ll Suck Your Dick Lyrics

LEFT RIGHTSIf You Figure This Out We’ll Suck Your Dick Lyrics
(Urine is singing the song that later appears in the
track…then what seems like aliens fly down and fight
about who is better: Manson or Ozzy?)
you got me buggin out
like a frankenstyle monsta baby
oh baby got the wreckin ball coming out my ass
got the vacuum cleaner, wear it like a ghostbuster
but i can’t step over that puddle
cuz i missed it hope i gottem all shrunk down
my dough was coming out for you

Jay-Z – Bam Lyrics

JAY-ZBam Lyrics
Now greetings to the world
Gangsta no live in a tenement yard
Rude boy no live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
f**k all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV
Shawn was on that gospel shit
I was on the total f**king opposite
Shit, stuff a million dollars in the sock drawer
That’s a war chest in case you need your chest knocked off
Y’all be talkin’ crazy under them IG pictures
So when you get to Hell you tell ’em blanco sent you
I can’t take no threats I got a set of twins
Those were just the words you’ll never hear again
For the final time you don’t believe these fools
I’ve never seen the work la roc so many jewels
I’ve never seen the runner with so many cars
Y’all couldn’t stop me, you’re not as tough as you say you are
My advice is just don’t be too nice to niggas
Just set the price so niggas’ll live your live my nigga
Once upon a time in the projects
Shawn was in flight mode, I bought a Pyrex
I was in flight mode and that was killing me
I was movin’ them kilos help you move your peoples
Sometimes you need your ego, gotta remind these fools
Who they effin’ with, and we got Effen too
Before we had A&R’s we had AR’s too
We the only ones really movin’ like y’all say y’all do
We still movin’ like y’all niggas say y’all did
Emory passed you niggas and he did a bid. Ty ty jumped over niggas and he’s like 5′ 6″
Got the heart of a giant, don’t you ever forget
Don’t you never forget, Jigga got this shit poppin’
I pulled out the pop when we was outta options
Gangsta no live in a tenement yard
Rude boy no live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
f**k all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

Young L3x – I Owe You Lyrics

I know this shit I did almost destroyed you. I know I owe you. I know I owe you. I know I did you wrong. Oh yeah that satisfaction
Then it’s back to laughing, having fun, drinking rum, getting some
You already here, but you gonna come
Tonight you’re the one, the one for me
I’m glad I caught you, don’t run from me
Me and you so lovely
So keep touching me as I’m touching you
Yeah, that’s what we used to do
Nights like this I just want to hold you
I know I did you wrong. YOUNG L3XI Owe You Lyrics
Nice sheets, big bed, we can lay on
Spend the day on, stay all four days long
Sip drinks like king and queen
Or let’s act out my last weird dream, yeah
Keep them heels and lose the rest
Loud sex in the room make you lose some rest, yeah
Plus I hit you with that action. I know I owe you. If I give you everything you gon’ want more
More, more, more, more, more
If I give you everything you gon’ want more
More, more, more, more, more
Maybe it’s too late, late, late
Maybe it’s too late, late, late
Maybe it’s too late, late, late
Maybe it’s too late, late, late
Your tears dry better when I was there to wipe them
Your clothes look better when I was there to like them
I know you have feelings, girl don’t fight them
Show me those feelings, girl don’t hide them
Good things end, that’s life
It wouldn’t have to ended if you act right
If you wasn’t too stubborn to listen
If I wasn’t too stubborn and missin, uh
All these arguments and distractions
Let’s talk about it
Your overreactions say that I’m lackin
Say I don’t give you my all, only a fraction
Say I be mackin with hoes
You stay, attackin my goals
Please don’t leave my life alone
Please don’t leave my life alone
Let’s talk about it
I know my effort ain’t enough and we steady losin touch
But imma call your bluff
Girl your mind you know what’s up, uh
Baby girl you must, uh
Hit me on my cell
I just want you for myself
You don’t need nobody else
Nights like this I just wanna hold you
I know I did you wrong. If I give you everything you gon’ want more
More, more, more, more, more
If I give you everything you gon’ want more
More, more, more, more, more
Maybe it’s too late, late, late
Maybe it’s too late, late, late
Maybe it’s too late, late, late
Maybe it’s too late, late, late
Maybe it’s too late I know this shit I did almost destroyed you. I know I did you wrong. I know I owe you.

Hedley – Love Again Lyrics

HEDLEYLove Again Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
If I can love again
Lovers in a gunfight
Caught up in the crossfire
Dark side of the moonlight
Could you let me go? Could you let me know? If you’re for sure
And if I’m strong enough
If you wait long enough Is this how it plays out? Battles scars, and breakdowns
Is there anything left to save now?

Nct 127 – Cherry Bomb Lyrics

NCT 127Cherry Bomb Lyrics
빨리빨리 피해 right
Cherry bomb feel it yum
빨리빨리 피해 right
Cherry bomb feel it yum
빨리빨리 피해 right
Cherry bomb feel it yum
빨리빨리 피해 right
Cherry bomb feel it yum
I’m the biggest hit
I’m the biggest hit on this stage
I’m the biggest hit
I’m the biggest hit on this stage
I’m the biggest hit
I’m the biggest hit on this stage
I’m the biggest hit
I’m the biggest hit on this stage
시간이 됐지 반드시
I’mma do ma thang
대기실 앞은 ë°”ê¸€ê±°ë   ¤ 다들 눈 못 ë–¼
모두 따라와 yo hands up in the air
We back get away
ì´ì   œ 막 터질거야 everywhere
나를 삼켜봐 그리곤 느낀
Stomach 꽤 오래 ì   ˆì—¬ì§„
Cherry Bomb
ì–¸ì   œ ì–¸ì   œ 터질지 몰라
Popping your head like 킹스맨 Chip
No fireman 이건 fireworks
Cherries in the sky high
I’m the biggest hit
I’m the biggest hit on this stage
I’m the biggest hit
I’m the biggest hit on this stage
If you are happy and you know it
Clap your hands yo (in this beat)
If you are happy and you know it
Clap your hands (in this beat)
빨리빨리 피해 right
Cherry bomb feel it yum
빨리빨리 피해 right
Cherry bomb feel it yum
빨리빨리 피해 right
Cherry bomb feel it yum
빨리빨리 피해 right
Cherry bomb feel it yum
I’m the biggest hit
I’m the biggest hit
모두 다 쉿
터지기 ì§ì   „의 스릴
It tastes like a cherry bomb
쉽게 보다가는 큰일 나
이미 ë„Œ ë¹   ì   ¸ë“¤ì–´ ê°€
팽창하는 지금 폭발 ì§ì   „인 기분
죽이네 do do that
ë…¸ëž   불러야지 na na na
꽂힌 ì•ˆì   „핀들 다 뽑아냈지
다 깜짝 ë†€ë¼ê²   지 모두가
We gonna make it
I’m the biggest hit
I’m the biggest hit on this stage
I’m the biggest hit
I’m the biggest hit on this stage
If you are happy and you know it
Clap your hands yo (in this beat)
If you are happy and you know it
Clap your hands (in this beat)
빨리빨리 피해 right
Cherry bomb feel it yum
빨리빨리 피해 right
Cherry bomb feel it yum
빨리빨리 피해 right
Cherry bomb feel it yum
빨리빨리 피해 right
Cherry bomb feel it yum
끝이 어디인지
어디까지 갈 수 있는지
ì´ì   œ 시작해 just the half of it
뒷걸음질 치는 모습 it’s over
ë–   들기 바쁜 세상 속에
갇혀 í—¤ë§¤ê³   싶지는 ì•Šì•„
단 한번의 불꽃으로 ë‚´ ì   „불 태워
I’m the biggest hit
I’m the biggest hit
Uh Hard rock Scalp
Head shot Pop
No talk 어딜가나 숙이는 삶
주변 탐색하는 자들께 박수
Ay 너네 덕에 분명히 ì   •ì‹   을 ì°¨ë   ¸ë„¤
쫓기는 ê±° ì‹«ì–´ì„œ ì´ì    앞에서 말해
허리는 너 앞에서 안 굽힐게
Keep watching ë§¨ë‚   보기를 바래
Hater hater talk talk
뭘 먹어도 너네껀 소화 잘돼
Take a fist or stone or a gunshot
ë…í•´ì   ¸ë²„린 NINE 받아봐 cherry bomb
I’m the biggest hit
I’m the biggest hit on this stage
I’m the biggest hit
I’m the biggest hit on this stage
Yeah
If you are happy and you know it
Clap your hands yo (in this beat)
If you are happy and you know it
Clap your hands
If you are happy and you know it
Clap your hands
빨리빨리 피해 right
Cherry bomb feel it yum
빨리빨리 피해 right
Cherry bomb feel it yum
빨리빨리 피해 right
Cherry bomb feel it yum
빨리빨리 피해 right
Cherry bomb feel it yum
nanana nanana
I’m the biggest hit
I’m the biggest hit on this stage
Nanana nanana
I’m the biggest hit
I’m the biggest hit on this stage
Nanana nanana
어서 빨리 피해 right Cherry Bomb
Nanana nanana
어서 빨리 피해 right Cherry Bomb
I’m the biggest hit
I’m the biggest hit on this stage

Academy 28 – Tonight Lyrics

ACADEMY 28Tonight Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Alone I’m driving
Through this empty street
Cold wind is blowing
Whisperin’ she’s not your dear
The rain is falling down
Like me in your eyes
Her dreams are all alone
Tonight…
[Chorus]
I saw you passing by
And I felt the void is in my heart
Without you
In this cold December Night
A dream, a memory
Is all that I have now
To guide me
In this cold December Night
[Verse 2]
My heart is playing
A song for a last goodbye
Her shadow’s dancing
And drowning in the dark
The rain is falling down
Like me in your eyes
Her dreams are all alone
Tonight…
[Chorus]
I saw you passing by
And I felt the void is in my heart
Without you
In this cold December Night
A dream, a memory
Is all that I have now
To guide me
In this cold December Night
[Bridge]
It’s hard to take another day
When I know that you’re away
It’s hard to find the missing light
In this cold December Night
[Chorus x2]
I saw you passing by
And I felt the void is in my heart
Without you
In this cold December Night
A dream, a memory
Is all that I have now
To guide me
In this cold December Night

Steve Tilston – Normandy Day Lyrics

I’m wondering what makes me stay. Maybe I should go away from these Normandy days
Watch the sand hoppers dance this Normandy day
Beneath the shade of the watch tower lay
And sinking into slumber watch the wine seduce my mind
Who over time, the tumbler, tell me
What’s the name I blame? STEVE TILSTONNormandy Day Lyrics
Watch the sand hoppers dance this Normandy day
Beneath the shade of the watch tower lay
And sinking into slumber watch the wine seduce my mind
Who over time, the tumbler, tell me
What’s the name I blame? What good’s the sky when you have no days to watch it by? He died. The wind. The wind
She answers daily
The sad song lies blind
Dressed in love’s hour upon my friend’s mind
Oh the lady that he loved most dearly lies with their false friend
But not a single word like, “I’ll be gone.”
This is the end of an age and it’s left in the sand,
Where once to homage they fought hand in hand
Against a foreign foe who thought his cause most justified
I’m not the man to tell him that foe lied. Yes he died just like that broken bottle
And the crab we caught and then killed for no reason
Oh but don’t that summer sky look crazy?

Lee Brice – Boy Lyrics

LEE BRICEBoy Lyrics
Boy, you gonna know it all
You’ll think you’re ten feet tall
And run like you’re bulletproof
And total a car or two
Boy, you gonna hate this town
I wish you could burn it down
That fire in your eyes is twenty counties wide
But boy, you gonna love seventeen
And boy, you’ll do some stupid things
You gonna drive and kiss and throw a punch
And grow up way too fast
You gonna drop the ball, hit the wall
And break some hearts like glass
I know you will
‘Cause you’re a part of me
And a part of you
Will always be a…
Boy, you gonna be so stubborn
You get that from your mother
I already see it now, you weren’t built for backing down
And boy, there’ll be a small town night
And you’ll fall for her sky-blue eyes
And when she’s in your hands
You’ll think you’re a man and not a boy
She’ll make you lose your mind, boy
She’ll be every reason why
You gonna drive and kiss and throw a punch
And grow up way too fast
You gonna drop the ball, hit the wall
And break some hearts like glass
I know you will
‘Cause you’re a part of me
And a part of you
Will always be my boy
It’s 3 AM and I’d do anything to get you back to sleep
And that face will be the same one in the rearview
The day I watch you leave
But boy, you gonna come back home
You gonna settle down
But you won’t feel the way I’m feelin’ now
Until you have a boy
He’s gonna know it all
He’ll think he’s ten feet tall
And run like he’s bulletproof
And total a car or two

Dj Khaled – Good Man Lyrics

‘Cause I know when I look in the mirror, I know what I see
You peasants don’t deserve my presence
You portraying other individuals
Me, I’m just weighing my residuals
From where success is the bare minimal
You a rapper, I’m a criminal
I had money before they found y’all
That’s why I feel funny around y’all
Lord, bless those praying for my downfall
If I get too deep, don’t let me drown, y’all
Hearing ’em talking ’bout how to flip a key
Started moving that Daddy Kane and Nicky D
Had the whole YPD sick of me
Don’t sit, if you get tired, just pick a knee
Bet it all or bet it large
Now the coke or the pills or the crack, all these credit cards
I just laughed and I shrug at it
‘Cause the niggas with the money are the drug addicts
Kiss at the Soul Train Awards
The moral is all grace been driven
G wagons are bulletproof
The ones before me got snatched like bullet tooth
Tony nigga, only one left from the drug era
The jewelry weighs more in the drug mirror
Yeah, what you see when you look in the mirror, nigga? Haha
Yeah, I know who the f**k I am
Yuugh, tell me how you fit in
Was you a street nigga when Nas said it’s written
When Reasonable Doubt dropped, how was you living? DJ KHALEDGood Man Lyrics
[Pusha T:]
Yeah
[DJ Khaled:]
We The Best Music
DJ Khaled
[Pusha T:]
Please, Khaled, don’t pair me or compare me
Unless the said party is a rare breed
The stories I hear, they tend to mirror me
At this point now, rap is only therapy
President Push, I’m more Eric B
I ain’t no joke, check out my melody
Felony, felony, felony, that’s al they selling me
But 2 million in large bills is billing me
I was on the wrong side of the law
Like Pac was on the wrong side of the car
Like B.I.G. I was leading up the grinding in my kitchen
Getting work from Detroit like a piston
We was on a mission, stuffer than a Michelin
I could spend a year reminiscing
The length of your career, reminiscing
We can’t occupy the same space
We ain’t even running the same race
When it come to these bitches, it ain’t the same chase
Moynat versus lean, we ain’t the same taste
Therefore, it’s no comparison
To be mentioned with you niggas is embarrassing
I am one Joe blow, you know my narrative
Clear your sinus like Claritin
Push
[Jadakiss:]
When you look in the mirror, what do you see, nigga?

Lucie Silvas – Unbreakable Us Lyrics

LUCIE SILVASUnbreakable Us Lyrics
Just because it rains, just because it aches
Don’t mean a flood’s coming to carry us away
When it hurts the most, just because it’s cold
Don’t mean the summer ain’t gonna come again
This isn’t over yet
This isn’t all we get
Even a road of gold’s bound to get rough
Every stone rolls back
If you’re out of faith, take mine
Whatever it is, it ain’t strong enough
To break Unbreakable Us
Mmm…
You’re not made of stone, and I’m just skin and bones
But we’re like an army together that won’t back down
Everywhere I go, the only thing I know:
We can weather whatever comes around
And this isn’t over yet
And this isn’t all we get
Even a road of gold’s bound to get rough
And every stone rolls back
If you’re out of faith, take mine
Whatever it is, it ain’t strong enough
To break Unbreakable Us
Mmm…
Only me, only you
We must be bulletproof
Only me, only you
This isn’t over yet
And this isn’t all we get
Even a road of gold’s bound to get rough
Oh, every stone rolls back
If you’re out of faith, take mine
Whatever it is, it ain’t strong enough
To break Unbreakable Us
To break Unbreakable Us
Mmm…

Dorian Duta – Turn Around Lyrics

DORIAN DUTATurn Around Lyrics
You were there before I knew
And you also looked after my loved one, too
Life’s been tough on you since then, my dear
Filled you up with so much pain and fear
But there’s a time in life where you just gotta choose
What you wanna do
There are times in life where you might go the wrong way
But don’t you be afraid
You’ll eventually pick yourself up
Then you can go and turn around
You must now forgive yourself
Everything will be just fine
I’m sure you will find your way
So no need to cry
But there’s a time in life where you just gotta choose
What you wanna do
There are times in life where you might go the wrong way
But don’t you be afraid
You’ll eventually pick yourself up
Then you can go and turn around
Your friends laughed with you
Your friends talked with you
But they never really understood you
There’s no one there to help youbut you
There are times in life where you might go the wrong way
But don’t you be afraid
You’ll eventually pick yourself up
Then you can go back, you can go back, you can go back, you can turn around

Jarren Benton – The Break Up (feat. Bingx) (The Mink Coat Killa Lp)

Bitch, I ain’t doing bad, shit, I’m stackin’ new cheddar
I still wanna split the nigga’s wig
Don’t suck a nigga’s dick then go home and kiss the kids
Cause that’d be some real foul shit
I hope all ya teeth fall out ya mouth, bitch
Lord knows, I’m sorry I wasn’t loyal
Ya sister hate me but ya momma still [?]
I pray to god we find happiness
Aye, we deserve it, we carried a lot of baggages
Uh, I hope the kids are just swell
Don’t date no lames that wear sandals and neck shells
Time pass, we enjoyin’ our life
Aye, once upon a time I called you my wife
And now we out
[Chorus: Bingx] (x2)
She been mad ever since Monday
And it’s already Sunday
I mean tomorrow make a week of it
She don’t wanna speak of shit
But you don’t give a fuck about that, though
She don’t give a fuck about that, though
You don’t give a fuck about that, no, no, no
I know I made mistakes, I’m beggin’ you to stay, girl
But you don’t give a fuck about that [Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
We used to love each other now we argue, fuss and fight
Throwing dishes at a nigga, that ain’t fuckin’ right
I’m paranoid, I go to sleep I gotta tuck a knife
Cause she might take my life in the middle of the night
I shouldn’t have cheated, I’m sorry ’bout the side bitches
But I was cursed with a dick, baby, my mind’s twisted
Psych, that’s no excuse for the bullshit
But honestly I didn’t believe that you weren’t doin’ shit
Uh, and now she want me out the house
She tell a nigga "Bounce," she got me sleepin’ on the couch
And my kids like "Damn, the living room is dad’s home"
Dissin’ on that nigga loading his shows, you mad wrong
Damn, ain’t nothing like a broke heart
Threw my exclusive kicks and shit in the front yard
It gets major, four months later
She can’t stand a nigga drawin’ up divorce papers
[Chorus: Bingx]
She been mad ever since Monday
And it’s already Sunday
I mean tomorrow make a week of it
She don’t wanna speak of shit
But you don’t give a fuck about that, though
She don’t give a fuck about that, though
You don’t give a fuck about that, no, no, no
I know I made mistakes, I’m beggin’ you to stay, girl
But you don’t give a fuck about that

[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]
She moving on, now a nigga gettin’ jealous
Ass gettin’ fatter, did it for the new fella
Aye, newsletter, what the fuck can you tell her?

Jarren Benton – Ill Nigga (The Mink Coat Killa Lp)

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Illest nigga breathin’ oxygen
Bitches injectin’ Collagen
And got the nerve to tell me she ain’t swallowin? Bitch please… errggh
Your favorite rapper’s a pipsqueak
Dumb as a sack of bricks, i met the bitch [?]
My kicks be, fly shit
Duck when the [?] speak
Overthrow the government they rulin’ with an iron fist
Heavy concentrated strains created by a scientist
Foot so far up in your ass i need me a podiatrist
Nuttin’ but fire shit, when Dirty Art Club is providin’ it-
[Hook]
We ill nigga…
Huh
Tell yo mama we fuckin’ ill nigga
Nuttin’ but the fire shit, Dirty Art is prividin’ it
We ill nigga…
Tell yo sister fuckin ill nigga.. [Verse #2: Jarren Benton]
Uh, Yeah
Shout out to Asian niggas that don’t like to use chopsticks
So fuckin high feel like i fell out the cockpit
You pussy, hide behind computers and pop shit
Preposterous, your sister got a neck like an ostrich
[To Be Continued]

Jarren Benton – Tears (feat. Big Cheeko) (The Mink Coat Killa Lp)

I live the life that these niggas just wanna rap about
Haters fold like money and keep they hands out
I got niggas locked down tryna stand out
You said you bossed up my nigga whats your plan ’bout
Free all my niggas from them cells when I make it out
Seen a nigga shot dead in my younger years
So when I’m cryin’ on a track, boy, these hunger tears
They sayin’ Biggie is back but now he backpackin’
And if your soul is dead I get it back crackin’
After laughter, comes tears
After laughter, comes tears

[Verse 3: Jarren Benton]
Uh
Niggas kill and tat a tear on his face
And then appear at the wake
And hug his enemy’s mama and didn’t break, damn
I need the rake, the money and tractor
Snakes and the bitches with the fat ass tits and small waists
Baby girl just wanna be a Kardashian, I ain’t mad at them
Lames getting lost in that pussy just like a labyrinth
Girl, that shit hot, she probably burn down the Vatican
Lord Benton in that Benz wagon, looking ravishing, nigga
Cartier frames cover his pain
Bodies on that pistol, serial got scuffed from the paint
Another black death, heard he caught a slug to his brain
After his death, his brother wasn’t the same
Ain’t no love in this game
Cried so much he dried his tear ducts up
Now he want revenge, lurkin’ with the AR tucked
It’s on sight, like Blaow, bout to spray y’all up
Ay why the devil always prey on us? It’s more tears, nigga
After laughter, comes tears
After laughter, comes tears
(After laughter comes tears)
I’ll try to hold back my, my, my tears
But they keep saying
(After laughter comes tears)
After your laughter oh, oh, oh
I’ll try to hide, hide my sorrow
I wonder, can I hold them till tomorrow After laughter, comes tears
After laughter, comes tears
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Uh, Yeah
Shed tears for my niggas that perished
Sippin’ red wine in Paris, get topped on a terrace
Spent a night on the carouse
These bitches flock when you wear it
Faggots knockin’ your marriage
Then go and plot with a sheriff
Rats, blowin’ kush in a Cubano Cigarillo
If the pussy good I let the bitch go buy a few stiletto’s
It’s the god, bon voyage niggas is frauds
You ain’t hard, I’ll pull up, take a shit in your yard
These faggots yappin’ with the captain and Sarge’
The killas pull up with the straps and then they clap at your car
It’s a homicide, likely you traumatized
God bless the kid that really lived that shit that you personify
Started lord’s best work through a sonogram
Murder rappers, the Son of Sam
I put ’em under the sand, ugh
Niggas passing and we pour more beers
Still grieving so we pour more tears
What the fuck? After laughter, comes tears
After laughter, comes tears
[Verse 2: Big Cheeko]
Yo, Yo, uh
Niggas forget to mention when you break em off with digits
Put ’em up in position, get ’em high as a ceilin’
I’mma chase the feelin’
And I won’t let up on these niggas till I count a million
I won’t be specific
See I came from the bottom I ain’t seen enough
Bitches further on my dick when I clean it up
This the mind call me ‘papa’ is you in or what?

Jarren Benton – The One (feat. Demrick) (The Mink Coat Killa Lp)

[Intro
*Sample*
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Yeah, bitches, the king grimy like i’m prince akeem [?]
These niggas talk sideways like they gon’ lynch my team
Bitches throw the pussy thinking they gon’ spend my CREAM. I got money to make, bitch, you better grab you a cab
Salute to stat and i be [?} in my army jacket lining
Grim reaper marking all these corny faggots rhyming, Motherfucker
[Hook: Demrick]
[?]
No mercy for those who wanna see they enemy
Head is the bread it’s the perfect recipe
Count my blessing every night before i sleep
Cause i’m the one
*Scratches* I’m the one
*Scratches* I’m the one
*Scratches* I’m the one
[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]
Ladies, rub your titties if you love hip-hop
I give a bitch the world if she know how to ride a stiff cock
Gucci ski-mask i make the coward run his wristwatch
OG Kush inside the ziplock we ’bout to twist Pac’ Grady baby, poverty make me crazy
Loan and disabilities mama could hardly raise me
My niggas like a chemist in the kitchen
These bitches acting different and they feelings you don’t fuck with Mr.Benton
Expensive mix, puking liquor in the kitchen sink
Gold on my teeth. I make these peasants kiss these feet Everything i drop is fire i don’t miss a beat
I’m out in Cali with my nigga Flick, Twist and Keith
My niggas hustle cuz’ they job is ‘Care for family’ [?]
“I’m with your BM in the Caiman Islands parasailing
Gold on me like Rick the Ruler i get the Moolah
Niggas [?] Wool loco on the front of my hoodie
Boogeyman benton, rappers better run from the bully
Click, click, blaow, Told that nigga to catch me outside
I’m Negan with Lucille, i’m bout’ to bash out his eyes
Still Eastside, drugs got my brain refried
It’s that Wu killer shit swarming out the beehive
I bring the motherfucking rockets, let the stainless touch ’em. These niggas softer than the center of a danish muffin
[Hook: Demrick]
[?]
No mercy for those who wanna see they enemy
Head is the bread it’s the perfect recipe
Count my blessing every night before i sleep
Cause i’m the one
*Scratches* I’m the one
*Scratches* I’m the one
*Scratches* I’m the one These hoes can’t even get the lint that’s sitting in my jeans
Tec In The church
I bet they want, the second it burst
My white bitch a dead head so i get neck in the hearse, Get it? Such into hootie swag pistol in the Gucci bag
[?] handle covered up with the Louie rag
Praise the lord benton 911 porsche spinnin
Wine from Italy pop corks with divorced women
Send a prayer to all incarcerated Scarfaces
Niggas turn to tracks star winning Narcs’ chase us
God shining like for brothers stuck in dark places
[?] Get shanked up with sharp razors
Gators’ fit me like the pimp of the year
I throw a nigga off the plane and watch him flip from the [?]
Labels raping niggas, started waking niggas, bitch, i came for dinner
I watch these rappers turn to bitches like they Kaitlyn Jenner
I need a bitch with a Kardashian ass
Hit that ass flat she better have Kardashian cash
When i smash, why these bitches wanna crash in the pad?

Jarren Benton – $30K Mink (The Mink Coat Killa Lp)

Do something with yourself you funky dog-faced bitch
Lord Benton
Church Verse 1
Yeah, uh
Too many dickriders, not enough trendsetters, I spend cheddar
On Coogi men sweaters, rugers for the vendettas
These niggas been hatin’ so pussy they menstruating
Fly nigga with thin patience, Ben Franklins
Rain on bitches when they droppin’ their thongs
It’s the god, when they play this, Flex drop me a bomb
Never joined a band but I went and got me a drum
Hunnid rounds to your face when the ox in my palm
Salute to statin’, If they ain’t heard of Benton, you should slap ’em. Man, woman and child go buy the fucking album
Sneaker addict, I stay killing shit, Grim Reaper at it
Pardon me, don’t mean to be dramatic
Y’all niggas fake like the easter rabbit
A line of coke will make me see sporadic
Detail the whip tell ’em to clean the fabric
Uhh, I’m going back to Cali
She too ghetto for that five star, took that hoe to Rallys
I got that bitch the number 2
Mink Coat Killa tell them pussy ass niggas that they summer’s through
I might perform at bonnaroo
Ooh, Piss on your grave, real niggas will never honor you
Blaow, Sarah connor let the llama loose
Ay rest in peace niggas salute pour out 100 proof
Interlude
Yeah, I’m just talking my shit, fuck this shit, let me go again

Verse 2
My goons rip the draco
Blunts top me off a Winnebago
I take my bitch shoe shopping on Rodeo
It’s all about the pesos, money talks case closed
Real niggas never break O’s
Death threats will make ’em holler’ peace
Tommy wearing breakers cream wallabies
Fuck y’all apologies
Bullets in the back of the king’s head
I don’t respect a nigga that would steal from his family because he need bread
The people still need water in Flint
And they worry bout’ the border, nigga, Karma’s a bitch
Bless the kid that gotta grow up like, "My father’s a snitch."
King Benton, I probably got your broad on my dick
Ugh, I’m slick like Micheal Jackson’s loafers
Mud on my kicks this motherfucking sofa
I walk out the crib like "Where the fuck the chauffeur?"
[?] and hold a pistol like motherfuck the holster, nigga
Outro
Goddamn man
I’m just talkin’ my shit, man
Mink Coat Killa man
I appreciate y’all niggas for tuning in
8Track on the beat
Spitzwell on the muthafuckin buttons and shit
It’s the God baby
You see the way this muthafuckin mink fit
And you never met a nigga with hundred thousand dollar minks on his bad bitch
30 thousand dollar minks bitch
You know what I’m saying, bitch?

Jarren Benton – C.R.E.A.M. ’17 (feat. Nick Grant) (The Mink Coat Killa Lp)

[Intro: Jarren Benton]
Yeah
Uh
Cash rule everything around me
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
My momma must have did crack in the 80’s
Came out the pussy hole acting this crazy
Shit they put you in the pages for smackin’ your babies
Keep starin’ I draw the weapon like Keith Haring
It’s apparent these niggas wildin’ they need parents
Bitch I’m ruthless, I’m fucked and I make excuses
Then throw the deuces I told you bitches we ain’t exclusive
I’ma black activist on Actavis your math don’t add up
These niggas bad at calculus I never close the Maybach curtains
Wipe the prints off the cage that merked ’em
Circle the block and hit the lane that’s smirkin’
Ain’t nothing funny ay
Money talks and niggas is dummies
It’s a wrap, the stick left you stiff as a mummy
These niggas bleedin’, don’t front like your ass is Christopher Reeves
Ain’t no fuck this Superman you get wet up in your jeans (erghh)
I can’t sleep cuz I ain’t count a billion yet
I got killas on payroll, let me feelin’ a check ay
How you broke when you just had a million net
They say black’s bad with money can’t get rid of his debt
Damn
Pistol on me
Marinara with rigatoni
I eat like Tony Soprano
Don’t front you niggas know me
You can’t win when you got haters on the team
They did that nigga Eric Garner like he Radio Raheem (blerghhh)
No D batteries they train ’em at academies
No empathy for niggas just wet up their whole anatomy
Sadly another casualty
Too many niggas wanna be rappers, trappers, and athletes

[Verse 2: Nick Grant]
Okay I’m back in business
But never slack I’m stuck in the era of trap pretenders
Who would’ve known the underworld was filled with Master Splinters
Life is a bitch
My biggest distraction, the baddest women
My momma told me, "Nigga focus on academics"
I’m pistol totin’ the biggest bang could slap a chemist
I’m Maury Povich, Mama cryin’ cuz Daddy missin’
I’m back with vengeance the label gave me no rapper image
I’m too authentic, I’m too much for the avid listener
The back, the center, stick up niggas like Robin Givens
I’m from the city, they blow out brains, we optimistic
No competition, I’m droppin’ wisdom, the hottest nigga
I’m ridin’ Phantom with your bitch, that’s a Goblin visit
I went from no pot to piss in to a pile of vicious
It feel like a [?] of princes with a pinch of Catholicism
The modern Jigga, the Nas, mixed with the album Thriller
You dancin’ with the stars, the cosmos are outta rhythm
These niggas hatin’, my patience thin as these model bitches
I balls out, my cash straight, I’m Skylar Diggins
I balls out, cash straight, you gotta dig it
I’m hotter than a lot of niggas, fuck it, all ’em niggas
I’m going nuts George Carver nigga pause a nigga
Fresh like a Harlem nigga man what’s wrong with niggas
Tell your baby mama she should call an awesome nigga
Ferrari Spider shit just looks like it’s crawlin’ nigga
I’m the man, did that shit with no father figure
My shooter cold with the Tommy like watchin’ Martin nigga
I’m so for real, my jokes are deep, the sharks’ll giggle
I’m talkin’ riddles, the game’s a jungle I’m Robin Williams
What’s poppin’ Benton we eatin’ it’s time to starve them niggas
We eatin’ it’s time to starve them niggas
If niggas won’t smoke we gon get to coughin’ nigga

Jarren Benton – The God Intro (The Mink Coat Killa Lp)

[Verse 1]
It’s East Side until my ashes in a gold vase
Ride downtown in my city bumpin’ Ghostface
Fuck the police, bitch
I feel like I’m O’Shea
Mental health problems nigga I know I’m not okay
Spillin’ Pinot Grigio while I count up this bread
I like my bitches pussy bald and my presidents dead
I shit in the booth, these hoes gon’ lick my dick in the coupe
I got these niggas scared to drop like that Bishop in Juice
I wear the mask with the butterfly knife don’t let me fuck up your life
I put your heart in a bucket of ice
I might be in a five star with a couple of dykes
It’s Lord Benton, ill nigga cuffin’ the mic
Niggas get shot everyday
He be aight, B
Gold Jesus piece hid over the polo white fleece
Fly niggas stay laced in vintage Versace
Need a stronger aerosol to mask the scent of the body
It’s the God nigga
[Verse 2]
Money over bitches
Power over cowards
Niggas plottin’ so I bathe with the shotty in the shower
Homicide investigate a body every hour
Paranoid like smoke’ll prolly buy an 8th of sour
The soundtrack to a killa’s last breath
Up at Follies blowin’ bread ’til ain’t no fuckin’ cash left, nigga
Never let no wet pussy fuck your dough up
Toast to the dead niggas, pour up
Blood money in the ziplock so it don’t mold up
I feel like Mitch in the cherry red Beamer bumpin’ Cold Crush
Second childhood, niggas grow up
The God in [?] bitches go nuts
I’m stuntin’ like Money Mayweather
The cash is way better than being broke
Get topped in the back of the grey Tesla
Lord have mercy the wolves are hungry and thirsty
Screw the barrel on the mouth of the 30, arrivederci
It’s the God, nigga

Crooked Colours – Perfect Run (Vera Album)

[Verse 1]
It’s breaking my heart
Every time you’re coming through
Falling apart
Didn’t think that I could lose
I wouldn’t really care for something more
But you woke me up, yes, you woke me up
And I don’t need myself to start a storm
I just need you, you
[Verse 2]
You’re breaking my heart
Every time you’re coming through
You pull me apart
Everytime your love breaks through
And we’ll hit the mart, doing smething tragic
I know where to start, we’ll find some magic there
We’ll find some magic there
[Outro]
Walk with me, take my hand
These colours will never stray, so, understand
It’s a perfect run straight through the tar
And we’re almost done, but we’ll never stop
It’s a perfect run straight through the tar
And we’re almost done, but we’ll never stop