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A$AP Ferg & Ski Mask The Slump God – ILoveYourAunt

[Intro: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Rassclaat, big tunes selector!
Perfecto!
Ayy ayy ayy, huh, huh

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Been in the booth for days
I’m in a coupe with Dave
Roof on the ‘Rari gone
Hit it like Barry Bonds
I’m like a deadly arm
Spit it like d-d-d-d-d-d-dit!
Your bitch on my dick and she kissin’ the tip
Diamonds is blue, repping the Crip
I’m in Dior, rockin’ that Rick
Getting her top, rubbin’ her clit
Fuck a lil broad, she with the clique
Hammer go off, I’ma go click
Still live in Harlem, but I’m so rich
I go retarded, where my helmet?
Diamonds is froze, I need a mint

[Chorus: Ski Mask the Slump God & A$AP Ferg]
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood?
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood?
I gave her wood, just like a stump
Just like a camel, her back have a hump
Got dick on her head, just like a lump
Just like a honey she suck on my cum
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood?
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood?
I gave her wood, just like a stump
I hit your head with the back of the pump
Nigga you dead, you is a bum
Back in the day, would’ve tooken your lunch

[Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God & A$AP Ferg]
I put pearls all on my easy breezy cover lover girls
Lavagirl, way you look upon my bitch’s magnificent curls
Smell like hurl, [?]
Smokin’ on a Backwood pearled
And like Mrs. Pearl, I’m with Lil Boat
Want a damn big boat, Burberry peacoat
Flow like Pandico, matter fact Diesel, yup
Gas, diamonds illegal, yuh
Digital dash, he still in that Beetle, yup
Nigga be fly, just like a beetle, yuh
Paula McCartney, your girl like Atari, no
Your bitch is my darling, eat dick like she starving, yep
Just like she Britney, she wanna clean my dick head like
I’m in her kitty, but I still treat pussy like I’ll go broke
Bobby and Whitney, smoking that dick she addicted to pipe
Death always near me, like Billy, Mandy, Grim Reaper and a scythe

[Chorus: Ski Mask the Slump God & A$AP Ferg]
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood?
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood?
I gave her wood, just like a stump
Just like a camel, her back have a hump
Got dick on her head, just like a lump
Just like a honey she suck on my cum
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood?
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood?
I gave her wood, just like a stump
I hit your head with the back of the pump
Nigga you dead, you is a bum
Back in the day, would’ve tooken your lunch

Dave East – Paranoia (feat. Jeezy) (Paranoia Album)

[Intro: Dave East]
Got me peekin’ through the blinds like Malcolm
Forty on me

[Chorus: Dave East]
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one

[Verse 1: Dave East]
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
These niggas fuckin’ the package up
That bullshit they kickin’ ain’t adding up
Plus they don’t get no pussy like Magic’s son
Hundreds on hundreds, I stack it up
She bust that pussy then back it up
We standing on couches, we actin’ up
I don’t think these niggas mad enough
Patek cost me eighty, come add it up
Hands on my neck and my face, I got tatted up
I understand why they mad at us
But get out the way when the Phantom is backing up
You need to go on vacation and pack it up
Talkin’ ’bout drugs but these niggas ain’t trap enough
Niggas still tellin’, I guess they ain’t rat enough
Came a long way from them dimes in that Acura
So much ice, make ’em stare
Your wife got caught up in the lights like a deer
Living my life, though I know it ain’t fair
They think I’m from 12th Street, I run with no fear
See the borough from the Lear, yeah
Brown diamonds look like beer, clear
Shots’ll hit you, doctors screaming clear
I’m just paranoid, don’t believe in scared
I can see the dead

[Chorus: Dave East]
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
I made a million a million times
They must’ve snorted a million lines
Mind playin’ tricks, Willie D
Let my top down, ceiling me
Hermes, thirty on the hip
Vegas watch, hundred on the strip
Half a hundred hang up out the clip
Pop that pussy like I’m Uncle Luke
This marijuana got the best of me
When I land just have a vest for me
All these bad bitches wantin’ saving
All this money, it gon’ be the death of me
New Rollies for the gang gang
New chucks, yeah gang bang
Know some niggas down to hit the lick
Eighty-six a nigga for a brick

[Chorus: Dave East]
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one

Dave East – The Hated (Skit) (Paranoia Album)

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

Dave East – The Hated (feat. Nas) (Paranoia Album)

[Intro: Nas]
We gotta get it
They hated Esco
They hated Escobar
I’m still here
Dave East talk that talk
Streets need that;
NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world
Lets get it

[Verse 1: Dave East]
I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back
Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack
One conversation between homies, better yet brothers
That used to spend the night with each other
They moms was best friends
One name was Anthony, the hood called ’em Ant Live
Kept his pistol on ’em, so he bought a bigger pant size
He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die
That was ten years ago
Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow
Now he throw a set up anywhere he go
He just a product of his environment
Told me he’d rather die than ever go to Rikers again
Did a bid, his celly was blood, he studied five percent
Came home, like let niggas see me, I’ll never ride with tint
Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North
She was busting checks with the wrong nigga
He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor
Lose the attitude, he miserable
For years he tried to get a lick or two
Moms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into
Ant’ met Cory when they was kids with innocence
Ant’ hated his dad around ’cause that nigga was militant
Cory found a holder pass, some cash, they could triple it
Double it, stack it up, Cory ain’t never want to spend
Ant’ was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped
Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch

[Hook: Dave East]
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it

[Verse 2: Dave East]
Ant’ and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that
No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back
Six in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life
Streets will teach you quick, ain’t nothing free, pay the price
Eviction notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night
Cory had the sour with him, Ant’ fuck with ‘yola
Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders
Locked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders
Cory told Ant’ on the V I the block was changing
Ant’ told Cory be grateful, freedoms’ amazing
Three and half light bid, Ant’ stayed in drama
He was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing
No MySpace
Cory and Ant’ had butter rockin’
The other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him
Couple hate us, but nothing major, they knew the streets
Niggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe
Cory took it on the chin, he wasn’t new to beef
Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak
Thats a man down, Ant’ told Cory have the fam ’round
And keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown
They hustle low, so much evidence that [?] found
Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van ’round
They snatched him and talked about the way he got it
Broke the code, that was snitchin’, it ain’t no way around it

[Hook]
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it

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

Dave East – Phone Jumpin (feat. Wiz Khalifa) (Paranoia Album)

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, yeahhh-ha-ha
There we go
Ha ha ha
(Renegade)
Ha ha ha

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Phone off, it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my mama, your honor
I’m not gonna speak on a soul
They told me you reap what you sow
[?] my nigga, I’ll never forget all the times you took me where I needed to go
I woke this morning like fuck everybody and that’s how I knew that I needed to smoke
My niggas is felons you niggas is jealous and y’all just defining the meaning of broke
I’m gettin some brain, I pulled out my chain and she started lookin’ like she seen a ghost
Diamonds is cold like goin’ outside with no jacket and mama say you need a coat
I do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day I rather go jump off a boat
When the album dropping? All they wanna know
Two thousand for this Moncler coat
Mike Amiri cost me eighteen
That ain’t no shirt that was straight jeans
Pineapple Fanta when I be on it
But my little bitch she drinking straight lean

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Ice hash in the bong
Take dabs til’ I’m gone
In the basement, growing base, this shit is strong like mase
Keep a low temp nail, ’cause it’s all about taste
I just did three mil’, did it all in one day
Hear em talk but I don’t believe him
New car so I’m gonna leave him
Talk down but they wanna be him, damn
They don’t go off like Khalifa man
2nd grade had two girlfriends
5th grade I was in Japan
Now I can never go broke again
I ain’t need no one to hold my hand (uh, fuck up off me)
If the weed good roll it then
Quick to turn a hater to a fan
Quick to get another million
Quick to spend it all with my fam
Quick to tell a nigga who I am
Quick to get my niggas out a jam
I’m a roll one
Pass it around, ain’t got lungs
You better grow some
I remember people lying to me
Now I force em’ all to stand in line
How he got a [?] but he flyin’
My nigga don’t text me right now I’m too high

[Verse 3: Dave East]
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist, I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillepe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these cameras they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
I’ve been that nigga since Simon Says
I heard you talk to a lot of feds
Bring your rent back to papi and gimme more
Fuck the re-up up at the Fendi store
Fuck the re-up up on Chanel
Fuck the re-up up on Vuitton
Last year I bet against the Cavaliers
I fucked the re-up on LeBron
We ain’t lookin’ for jobs livin’ like the mob
Hot temper keepin’ it calm
See I used to sleep in the slums
Now bitches chew me like a piece of some gum

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Verse 4: Dave East]
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillepe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
Perc’s, Xan’s, Lean, Perc’s
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Outro: Dave East]
Bag that up

Dave East – Jazzy (Interlude) (Paranoia Album)

[Intro]
Hey

[Hook]
Fucking you is all that I’ve been thinking ’bout
Fucking you is all, all

[Verse]
I can’t go through my day
Without you crossing my mind
Them flashbacks be having me
Going insane
I need it now I can’t lie
The way you do what you do got me feeling
Some type of way (some type of way)
The way you do what you do got me wanting
You more each day
Each day, cause

[Hook]
Fucking you is all that I’ve been thinking ’bout
Fucking you is all, all

[Outro]
All, all
The way you do what you do got me feeling
Some type of way
Fucking you is all that I’ve been thinking ’bout
Fucking you is
The way you do what you do

Dave East – Perfect (feat. Chris Brown) (Paranoia Album)

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more?
Why you won’t listen no more?
Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, I’ve been
All around the world
And I’ve been lookin’ for you, searchin’
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect (perfect)

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Baby, baby, yeah, you perfect
Gotta compliment your tits (yeah, yeah)
All that ass up, love how you twerk it
Can you do that on the dick? (Can you?)
Don’t be shy, no, up and down (nah)
You know what it is (yeah, yeah)
Concentrate, baby, get it, get it
And bring that ass right here (right here, right here)
Ooh, ooh, I’ma go down, I’ma go down (I’ma go down)
Ooh, ooh, I’m doin’ freaky shit ’cause ain’t nobody ’round (nobody)
And don’t be actin’ fake when you see me out
You don’t wanna hear me out, how you gonna play me out? Why? Why?

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more? (Why?)
Why you won’t listen no more? (Listen)
Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, (away)
I’ve been, all around the world
And I’ve been lookin’ for you, searching (I’ve been lookin’)
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect

[Verse 1: Dave East]
You deserve it ’cause you perfect (perfect)
You make every moment worth it (every moment)
I’m flyin’ down Collins, I’m shirtless (skrrt)
Just thinkin’ how you might’ve curved it (might have curved it)
I knew you a minute, don’t act like you don’t know the business
I’ve been tryna get all up in it
Gave you my card, I don’t know ’bout no limit (swipe)
They can’t see us in it, that foreign was tinted (oh)
Nowadays they get too borin’ with niggas
In love with that pussy, adorin’ these women (I love ’em)
Pull out some Molly, bet all of them with it
If I take you shoppin’, make sure it’s expensive (cash up)
Nothin’ feel better than knowin’ that pussy for me (mine)
I’ve been a wolf in these streets
I hold my own in it, ain’t nobody took it from me (nobody)
I get women you wouldn’t believe
Eye on that money, I’m gon’ get high with your honey
Might take a trip out of the country
Know I got hoes, she not findin’ it funny
Her brain is so good, I can’t ride with no dummy
I only see you in Prada, not bummy
I’m from the streets, but your momma gon’ love me
I told her, "I never run out of this money"
Fall back on your homies, a lot of them love me
It’s ’bout to get ugly

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more?
Why you won’t listen no more?
Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, I’ve been
All around the world
And I’ve been looking for you, searchin’
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Baby, baby, yeah, you perfect
Gotta compliment your tits (yeah, yeah)
All that ass up, love how you twerk it
Can you do that on the dick?
Don’t be shy, no, up and down
You know what it is (yeah, yeah)
Concentrate, baby, get it, get it
And bring that ass right here
Ooh, ooh, I’ma go down, I’ma go down
Ooh, ooh, I’m doin’ freaky shit ’cause ain’t nobody ’round
And don’t be actin’ fake when you see me out (don’t be actin’ fake)
You don’t wanna hear me out, how you gonna play me out? Why? Why? (Better not, ha)

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more? (Tell ’em)
Why you won’t listen no more? (Won’t listen)
Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, I’ve been
All around the world
And I’ve been lookin’ for you, searchin’
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect

[Verse 2: Dave East]
Perfect, that might not describe you (it might)
I need a word, that’s much better
I’m tryna get back up inside you (oh)
Know they gon’ hate on the way that we slide through
I don’t know nothin’, I know ’bout survival (survival)
Why the hell women only fuck with lames? (Lames)
Used to the trains, ain’t been on no planes (nope)
Really thinkin’ all these niggas the same
After I hit it, I’m pickin’ your brain (I’m in)
I wanna know what you like
I wanna know if you smoke, am I strokin’ tonight? (Oh)
Picture us both gettin’ low on a flight
Love is a gamble, I’m rollin’ the dice
When you Snapchat, you takin’ pictures with my chain on
Club rockin’, but I ain’t goin’ (no)
Your shit get wetter than the rain pourin’
I’m tryna splash (splash)
I’m wonderin’ why we not friends? (Not one)
If you ask me, it kind of depends
I done got nasty with lots of her friends
I keep it a hunnid, don’t gotta pretend (no)
I be so blunted, I got to go in
I’m here for women, won’t acknowledge no men (no)
Was kind of drunk, but shawty got in the Benz (ooh)
Promise, stick with me, you probably gon’ win

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more? (Why?)
Why you won’t listen no more? (Tell me that)
Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, I’ve been
All around the world
And I’ve been lookin’ for you, searchin’ (I been lookin’)
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect (you deserve it)

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Baby, baby, yeah, you perfect
Gotta compliment your tits (yeah, yeah)
All that ass up, love how you twerk it
Can you do that on the dick?
Don’t be shy, no, up and down (don’t be shy)
You know what it is (yeah, yeah)
Concentrate, baby, get it, get it
And bring that ass right here (right here, uh)
Ooh, ooh, I’ma go down, I’ma go down (I’ma go down)
Ooh, ooh, I’m doin’ freaky shit ’cause ain’t nobody ’round (nobody)
And don’t be actin’ fake when you see me out (better not)
You don’t wanna hear me out, how you gonna play me out? Why? Why? (No, no)

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more? (Tell me that)
Why you won’t listen no more? (Don’t listen)
Damn, I let a good girl go (damn)
Away, away, away, I’ve been (been away)
All around the world
And I’ve been lookin’ for you, searchin’
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect

[Outro: Dave East]
Perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect
Perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect

Dave East – Found A Way (Paranoia Album)

[Tag]
CashMoneyAP

[Intro]
I found a way
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way
I had to sacrifice for this life, I found a way
(Switch my whole life up)

[Chorus]
I found a way
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way (found a way)
I had to sacrifice for this life, I found a way (found a way)
Got sick and tired of wearin’ the same clothes, I found a way (found a way)
Got tired of seein’ the same hoes, I found a way (found a way)
I found a way
Any drug, any plug on deck, if you come around the way
I got dimes on the way
Ain’t got time for no games
Just wanna shine like a chain
I’m out my mind, out my brain (brain)
From the grind came the fame (fame)
20-thousand in my back pocket, sorry nigga, I ain’t got the change
(I ain’t got it)
Niggas that I grew up with, hate me more than ever
Charge it to the game (uh)
I just play the back seat, gettin’ top, while the driver switch lanes

[Bridge 1]
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way (found a way)
I had to sacrifice for this life, I found a way (found a way)
Got sick and tired of wearin’ the same clothes, I found a way (found a way)
Got tired of seein’ the same hoes, I found a way (found a way)
I found a way, I found a way
Any drug, any plug on deck, come around the way
I got dimes on the way
Ain’t got time for da’ games (no time)
Just wanna shine like a chain (shine)
I’m out my mind, out my brain
From the grind came the fame
20-thousand in my back pocket, sorry nigga, I ain’t got the change

[Verse 1]
Run up on me, must be out your brain
You and I, we are not the same
Ain’t say a word, when the cops a’ came
Money comin’, shit you gotta change
Hardest young nigga out the game
Watch my aim, got a hundred clip
Movin’ like I’m on the wanted list
I’m on a yacht, with a hundred Crips
I ain’t bitchin’, shit, I wanted this
Jump out in Louis Vuitton
White tee, black leather jacket, like I’m cool with The Fonz
Fuck the ring, kiss the shoe of a don
Hundred p’s, I could move ’em tomorrow

[Bridge 2: Dave East & D’anna Stewart]
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way
(found a way)
I had to sacrifice for this life, I found a way
(found a way)
Got sick and tired of wearin’ the same clothes, I found a way
(I-I-I-I-I)
Got sick and tired of seein’ the same hoes, I found a way
(y-e-e-a-a-a-h)
I found a way
(found a way, found a way)
Any drug, any plug on deck, if you come around the way
I got dimes on the way
Ain’t got time for no games
Just wanna shine like a chain
I’m out my mind, out my brain
From the grind came the fame (find a way)
20-thousand in my back pocket, sorry nigga, I ain’t got the change
Niggas that I grew up with, hate me more than ever
Charge it to the game
I just play the back seat, gettin’ top, while the driver switch lanes
Pull up, new Maserati
I ain’t touch her body, but the bitch came
20-thousand in my back pocket, sorry nigga, I ain’t got the change
Niggas that I grew up with, hate me more than ever
Charge it to the game
I just play the back seat, gettin’ top, while the driver switch lanes
Pull up, new Maserati
I ain’t touch her body, but the bitch came

[Outro: Dave East]
I found a way
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way
I had to sacrifice for this life, I found a way
Got sick and tired of wearin’ the same clothes, I found a way
Got sick and tired of seein’ the same hoes, I found a way
I found a way
I found a way
I found a way
It was so hard, I found a way
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way
I found a way

Dave East – Maneuver (feat. French Montana) (Paranoia Album)

[Intro: Dave East & French Montana]
La musica de Harry Fraud
I maneuver
Montana!
Put it up fraud
Ah

[Hook: Dave East & French Montana]
If it’s ’bout a bag, I maneuver (I maneuver)
I’m on the hand-to-hand maneuver (I maneuver)
Fresh up out the trap, I maneuver (I maneuver)
In that foreign, I maneuver

[Post-Hook: Dave East & French Montana]
VVSes on me, keep my weapon on me
Patek Philippe (yeah), my bitch a freak (yeah)
Now tell me how you want it, them bad bitches on it (on it)
A hundred freaks (yeah), a hunnid Vs (yeah)

[Verse 1: Dave East]
I’m out for dead presidents to represent me
I’m just praying that the feds don’t never come and get me (I’m praying)
What do you say to a youngin’ knowing his stomach empty (starving)
He just wanna unload, shoot ’til his gun is empty (boom)
We hustle smart (smart), never just wanted any cash (nah)
These niggas robbing from Pathmarks, stealing from Jimmy Jazz
Welcome to gangland, don’t come without no visit pass (don’t come)
Last year, imagine I counted over a million cash

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Made it out the jungle, came back in a Jaguar (Skrrt)
Shawty ass fat with a clap back
Check checks, so that straight cash (Now tell me you want it, eh)
Suit suit to that ski mask (Now tell me you want it, eh)
The bitch ballin’ like Cooper, German Sheppard, German Ruger
Baby on my Vs stupid, but I put you on the Uber (skurt)
Two hundred on the dash, V12, how I maneuver (haan)
Ice on the hookah, neck looking like a jeweler

[Hook: Dave East & French Montana]
If it’s ’bout a bag, I maneuver (I maneuver)
I’m on the hand-to-hand maneuver (I maneuver)
Fresh up out the trap, I maneuver (I maneuver)
In that foreign, I maneuver

[Post-Hook: Dave East &French Montana]
VVSes on me, keep my weapon on me
Patek Philippe (yeah), my bitch a freak (yeah)
Now tell me how you want it, them bad bitches on it (on it)
A hundred freaks (yeah), a hunnid Vs (yeah)

[Verse 3: Dave East & French Montana]
And break your heart, you hate, your block hatin’
11:99, a mud haven
Finger tips still sore from all that rock shaving (haan)
I don’t associate with rats, these niggas got statements
All these diamonds on me white, no I am not racist
Grams of crates (crates), brainstorm for the grand escape (escape)
City is so late, on the Haitians (haan)
When they changed their face, I was changing faces (faces)
Bronx to Harlem, deadly combination
I’m in Miami, with Sadé on repeat (haan)
Fifty thousand, put it under the seat (stash)
Keep a gun in my reach (strapped), walk in my shoes, couldn’t fit one of my sneaks
I graduated from the corner, got my hustlers the green, let’s eat

[Bridge: French Montana (Dave East)]
My lawyer from the Jerusalem hit the trial with maces (ahh)
Lacking green stop your circulation (ahh)
Everyday on [??] thug [??] (ahh)
Celebration to the fiends that helped built the nation (ahh)

[Hook: Dave East & French Montana]
If it’s ’bout a bag, I maneuver (I maneuver)
I’m on the hand-to-hand maneuver (I maneuver)
Fresh up out the trap, I maneuver (I maneuver)
In that foreign, I maneuver

[Post-Hook: Dave East & French Montana]
VVSes on me, keep my weapon on me
Patek Philippe (yeah), my bitch a freak (yeah)
Now tell me how you want it, them bad bitches on it (on it)
A hundred freaks (yeah), a hunnid Vs (yeah)

[Outro: French Montana]
Haan, yeah, your bitch a freak, yeah
Yeah, you niggas [??], yeah
Harlem Bronx deadly combination
Fiends helped built the nation
Grams to the crates
The grand escape

Dave East – Pop’s Crazy (Paranoia Album)

That French bitch, oh
Where I see the joint you had in the studio the other night?
Who?
The one–the studio when I was with you the other night
Oh, she from France
I seen her before, though
But you know what else this shows, what else it shows about a woman, David Jr.?
What, man?
And I always believed this in my heart. Them bitches just don’t give a fuck. They will come fuck you and catch a cab
And catch a cab
And catch a cab
And catch a fucking cab. You know, dick runs a long way when a motherfucker do that
This what we supposed to be recording, man
Oh god, I said this motherfucker is fucking. You know who

Dave East – My Dirty Little Secret (Paranoia Album)

[Intro]
I’m just tryin’ to figure it out
It’s a lot comin’ with this shit
Lose a lot
Gain a lot

[Verse 1]
Like it’s written in Chinese it’s hard to read her
I poured an 8th in a liter knocking Aaliyah
It’s funny I fell in love with her Instagram
I’m picturing how I’ma fuck her, If I get to meet her
I don’t get to nap
What you do for a living?
Shit, my business rap
I’m outta town all the time, let me know if you can get with that
In 5 minutes flat I bag an ounce up,I was in the trap
It’s funny that ones that was closest don’t even give me dap
You claim you want me, that’s something that you just gotta prove
A lot a dudes in Gucci uniforms like it’s private school
Crazy me wearing these red-bottoms, done brought em out the blue
Young rich nigga, probably find me where Stella got her groove
Feel like I got her, so now I just gotta follow through
She telling me if we was together, I’d have to follow rules
I’mma see you, when I’mma see you, I make a lot of moves
I don’t need you but I might keep you
What do I gotta prove?

[Chorus]
Don’t nobody know we speaking
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should keep it
You could be my little secret
Don’t nobody gotta know
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should eat it
If I’m workin’ then I’m workin’
If I’m creepin’ then I’m creepin’
Don’t nobody gotta know

[Verse 2]
She said she never heard my music but her brother on it
She got me thinkin’ ’bout it if I’ma put a rubber on it
If I ain’t wakin’ up to her message it’s just another mornin’
She really my type because she think love is boring
I don’t know if it’s the jewelry or the cash
That made her respond to me so fast
She ain’t never asked me nothin’ ’bout my past
Speeding I’m trying to look through her pictures
I almost crashed
Digital Dash, Foreign whip, I took a Florida Trip
Me and my daughter, I’m getting messages from this foreign chick
She keep complimenting my jewelry she think I’m more than rich
So I’ma fuck her wearing my jewelry, I’m on some border shit
Online shopper, she don’t go out she just order kicks
I just hope she suck a mean dick and put cheese on her grits
Older women love me the youngins too, I’m running through
I panicked, she ain’t post a picture in over a month or two

[Chorus]
Don’t nobody know we speaking
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should keep it
You could be my little secret
Don’t nobody gotta know
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should eat it
If I’m workin’ then I’m workin’
If I’m creepin’ then I’m creepin’
Don’t nobody gotta know

[Verse 3]
It’s hard to trust’ em nowadays
They come with foul ways
Thirsty for satisfaction
She doin’ it for a caption
I rather be drunk somewhere relaxin’
I gave six all my jewelry
I don’t trust her, he started laughing
Like this the shorty, you been talking bout and showing us
I’m growing up, no more Keisha’s nigga
I’m blowing up
I don’t trust her enough to pass the weed I be rolling up
I could have her on the beach in Belize sipping coconuts
Hood shit, Hennessy shots until she throwing up
Time to see what that mouth ’bout
She already done smoked enough
Telling me with her last Nigga with head is how she woke him up
Wonder why I’m not going to cuff?
Mammie you must be smoking dust

[Chorus]
Don’t nobody know we speaking
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should keep it
You could be my little secret
Don’t nobody gotta know
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should eat it
If I’m workin’ then I’m workin’
If I’m creepin’ then I’m creepin’
Don’t nobody gotta know

[Outro]
Don’t nobody gotta know
Don’t nobody gotta know
Don’t nobody gotta know

Dave East – Kairi Speaks (Skit) (Paranoia Album)

Kairi
Da da appi
You my baby? Say what’s up
Hahaha, gimme a kiss, give da da a kiss, give da da a kiss
Mmm, muah
What? What’s that?
You know I love you
You like my chain?
Baby
You got one too
You my baby
Baby
You baby, baby
Ooh baby
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh yeah?
Da da, da da, da da

Dave East – Wanna Be Me (Paranoia Album)

[Intro]
(Joe Joe got ’em again)
Just tryna be on my own time
Everybody need a favor lately
I just wanna be me
I just wanna be me

[Verse 1]
Uh, my aunt Barbara died in 2008
My paps became diabetic, he lost a lot of weight
Get mad love in my city, still get a lot of hate
Was never selfish, if I had food, the homies gotta plate
This is my life don’t take offense to
We went from riding rentals to more rides than Great Adventure
The ones that’s closest give me my distance, I got a temper
Missing my daughter, I’m across the country in a Sprinter
I never ask niggas for nothing now I’m the one they count on
Tryna’ smoke some weed, sip some lean, get my bounce on
Me and Bullet smoking out the bag til’ an ounce gone
I ain’t just screaming free my niggas, I’m looking out for ’em
I just wanted custom seats in the old Capris
Wish I was closer with my nephews, so much to show my niece
I’m tryna’ make Wayno go shopping, this nigga know he cheap
Tryna’ learn the music industry the way I know the streets

[Chorus]
(I just wanna be me)
I don’t care nothing about nothing, you claim (not at all)
I’d rather die before I front on my gang
(I just wanna be me)
In, in my heart I know Allah done bless me
But why my baby mama gotta stress me?
(I just wanna be me)
I’m just tryna’ survive in this crazy world
Don’t call my phone I’m with my baby girl
(I just wanna be me)
We might have played the staircases with a lot of Henny’
I owe you nothing nigga, not a penny
(I just wanna be me)

[Verse 2]
I just wanna smoke a blunt and watch Goodfellas
I just want that foreign shit to make your hood jealous
I just wanna take Kairi to Dubai
Pop the xanny on the flight to help me sleep through the sky
I just wanna wake up and go the Gucci store
Thinking back when I was broke, I ain’t know who to call
Did six months, glad the judge ain’t give me that two-to-four
Can’t describe the pain I felt when people told me you should ball
On the hood just want a week without an interview
Want my brother to know if he feeling pain, I feel it too
I used to want Angelettie to do an interlude
Now it’s so many mad rappers, shit if he did it? Cool
I make way more than my teachers, fuck how I did in school
I just want a girl that like girls so we can pick and choose
Still grippin’ tools, the city know ‘fore it hit the news
We them different dudes, crib gotta come with a swimming pool

[Chorus]
(I just wanna be me)
I don’t care nothing about nothing, you claim
I’d rather die before I front on my gang
(I just wanna be me)
In, in my heart I know Allah done bless me
But why my baby mama gotta stress me?
(I just wanna be me)
I’m just tryna survive in this crazy world
Don’t call my phone I’m with my baby girl
(I just wanna be me)
We might have played the staircases with a lot of Henny
I owe you nothing nigga, not a penny
(I just wanna be me)

Dave East – Have You Ever (Paranoia Album)

[Verse 1]
I never follow orders put that on my daughter (Kairi)
Back and forth to Florida hide the coke in goya
Pistol on my dresser bitch I’m from the border
Reef Buck my brother, Big Bay my brother
Really know I got ‘em, Druggy know I really love ’em
All this forever love, mix around the headshot
This Crip I was never Blood, I’m just speaking facts
Papi told me work knowing that I’ma bring it back
Codeine gives me cold sweats
I had to tell my pops that he ain’t old yet
Percocets get in me, I got no stress
Dancing with the devil bitch I’m Milly Rocking
Freaky down in Philly its crazy now I got Philly rocking
My youngin’ trapping in Brooklyn, that nigga stealing Thompkins
Ponzi scheming like them Wall Street crackers that got it
Immaculate profits that mean that paper God bless
I talked to Scrappy just knowing he walk the yard stressed
Them park sets had my back bigger
Know that you a target, you a black nigga
Used to homicide so we react quicker
We ain’t have a dollar on us but we had liquor
Drunk in the projects that was me, go ask niggas

[Chorus]
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby
Mafia thoughts, wish I could speak to Gotti
Stash tucked from my daughter in case them people found me
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby
You got the key to the city? Well shit I need a copy
Rap slow, half Spanish, I could go speak to Papi

[Verse 2]
I hid my pistol in my sock drawer
Everybody hard, we had the hard and you could cop soft
For some reason I don’t feel nothing when they knock a cop off
You ain’t the only one getting money I got these drop offs
Just thinking back to when i hardly was out
And Baltimore you got it cheap so we target the South
Had dime bags on me walking past LaGuardia Houses
They killed my cousin fuck we talking about? Forever beef
Ain’t no truce here
My aunt used to tell me why she ain’t move there
Every year the same in the projects like what is New Years?
[?] came home, same nigga they gave him two years
Crazy or forever, always keep a pair of blue Air’s
That first night in prison is the worst
Made it worse was coming home and seeing my niggas on the a shirt
Had to get it out the mud, I got respect for the dirt
Thinking how newer fiends would get their checks on the 1st
Sixty thousand in diamonds they like, "His neck gotta hurt"
Know my paps did dirt for that in life I’m probably cursed
Me and my daughter mother realized it never worked
I got sick of the same jeans, I just wanted a better shirt
Wanted some better shoes, can’t tell me I never worked

[Chorus]
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby
Mafia thoughts, wish I could speak to Gotti
Stash tucked from my daughter in case them people found me
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby
You got the key to the city? Well shit I need a copy
Rap slow, half Spanish, I could go speak to Papi

Lil B – Still Run It (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Verse 1]
2017 and I’m here to represent
And I’m the DJ, It’s BasedGod in the mix
And it ain’t no question if I’m down to ride
On the West Coast it’s get money or die
I’ma tell you this motherfucker I ain’t no punk
Cause everything I seen I never said a word once
I come from Berkley, Water Front to be exact
And I don’t go to strip clubs, bitch fuck with a mack
All you niggas soft, I don’t fuckin autotune
I make your bitch suck my dick while her friend’s in the room
People like me facing 30 to life
And I don’t give a motherfuck if you black or if you white
Shut the fuck up when I’m talkin’ you a mark
I’d rather break a whole bank then let a bitch break my heart
It’s us against them, motherfuck the rest
And if you’ve got a problem bitch come to the West

[Bridge]
It’s 2017, West Coast we back
Hip-Hop is back
Light that weed up, it’s finna be a long night tonight
Bay Area

[Verse 2]
What the fuck is funny? Motherfucker I ain’t no joke
My name Lil B and it’s murder that he wrote
I need a hundred thousand for a beat and a verse
And niggas like me I put yo ass in a hearse
So how do I survive in this world full of pain?
No, I’m not a slave and your history is fake
I tell you like this I ain’t no motherfuckin’ sucka
And tell that punk hoe I don’t motherfuckin’ love her
I’ma tell you somethin’, girl, get a education
I need a smart woman, not a girl that’s fakin’
Rollin’ five deep in a four-door Chevy
Like Pastor Troy motherfucker I’m ready
Only takes a second, and you gone
That’s why I had to make this a rap song
This is for the world, I do this for y’all
I’m finna throw a party at Easmont Mall

[Bridge]
Lil B in the house
BasedGod in the House
Yeah, Yeah
Let’s get it
BasedGod

[Instrumental Outro]

Lil B – Bad MF (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Verse 1]
Watch out, I’m a bad motherfucker
And if you don’t I might have to bust ya
I come from Berkley
Where motherfuckers put you on a shirt G
And don’t think nothing ’bout it
Everybody in the club gettin’ rowdy
It’s nobody like me
Everybody in the world gettin’ hyphy
I roll with the hustlers
We only want the money motherfucker
I sleep with the lights on
We don’t like broke bitches where I’m from
Ring-to-the-ding-dong
It’s me motherfucker with the iPhone
I know you bitches love me
End of discussion

[Verse 2]
You can’t see me, even with glasses
West Coast motherfucker and I’m smashin’
I don’t care if you play this on the radio
Cause they love me from Oakland to Filmore
Yeah I’m from the ghetto
Where motherfuckers will change your whole schedule
You can meet me at the side show
I’m a rap star, bitch, I don’t ride slow
We goin’ on a mission
You a scary motherfucker and you trippin’
I never been a busta
You snitch and a fake motherfucker
So why should I respect you?
You would tell everything if they let you
You can’t hang with us
Catch the bus motherfucker

[Verse 3]
This ain’t school, so why you wanna test me?
Waterfront, motherfucker, it gets messy
And shouts out to Richmond
Ridin’ in the Lexus and they pimpin’
Shout out North Oakland
At Bushrod, bitch, and we smokin’
And shout out my cousin
Cause everybody know that I love him
I must be a rap star
Everywhere I go I’m ridin’ in the fast car
I don’t do interviews
Cause every time I talk, nigga, I make the news
And that’s non-fiction
You can tell how the fuck that I’m livin’
And this is how I’m reppin’
2017, bitch

Lil B – Hip Hop (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Intro]
Welcome to the most marvellous show on Earth
We have Lil B
We have The BasedGod
We have Based World
If you love Hip Hop, I need you out your seats
BasedGod

[Chorus]
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop

[Verse 1]
Remember I was younger, I always loved music
So now it’s an honor to write and produce it
I wanna give props to everyone that’s before me
I’m a real MC, no, I’m not a phony
I take pride in my craft, took two years off to perfect my pen
Now I’m back again
I should have saved my friend, because I’m cooler than a polar bear
Shoutout North Oakland, it gets real cold there
In Mosswood Park, like James Kennedy
Don’t live your whole life being enemies
I’ve got love for so many, I wanna help so many
So I stop being friendly, cause there’s hate and there’s envy
I’m getting money now, so the fake don’t offend me
Up on the Breakfast Club, but I don’t know DJ Envy
HOT97 get busy
Ebro, Funk Flex, I’m on the mic stick with me

[Chorus]
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop

[Verse 2]
You’re alive and you’re beautiful
Let me tell you something if it’s not getting through to you
Some people lie, that’s business as usual
How you take to standing on your man, you not spiritual
Feelin’ like [?]
In that Maserati Fox, ridin’ round Jay hood
Shout out to Brooklyn, because I know that’s Jay hood
I listen to The LOX so I know about J Hood
Say Lil B, my name is good
Cyphers with Kendrick Lamar
And I ain’t spittin’ a bar
Unless you got fifty thousand or more
To be a rapper, is an honor
Enlighten the people and you can let they mind prosper
Because ain’t nothin’ cool about wastin’ your time
It’s pressure, Charles Hamilton with compressors
A little Kanye in the message

[Chorus]
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop

Lil B – Free Life (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Verse 1]
I wonder about my life
27 years old but I feel five
Got 150 dollars in my bank account
And the IRS want triple the amount
What it mean to be happy in this big old dream?
When I wake up, I’m still doin’ the same old thing
Help my mom pay her rent just to get by
And the only time we hang is when we sick or we cry
Yeah, I got a car but I need more gas
Feelin’ like a ATM because I need more cash
Wonder what it feel like to be rich
Will I ever grow up, or remain a kid?
Sometimes I think what I do in a big house
With a yard and a fence and a big old couch
Until then, I’ll be all I can be
And all the best things in life are free, follow me

[Chorus]
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Don’t ever give up, just let the beat drop

[Verse 2]
If you don’t have a house, the world’s your home
And when you don’t have a friend, you can play this song
I’m tryin’ to prevent suicide
Take your suit and tie and put it to the side
Let the wind hit your face and breathe the air
Because we not scared and we don’t care
Tryna find love in the strangest place
You lookin’ for a sign, but it’s in your face
The train don’t stop, it’s on the roll
Just pick up your bags and hit the road
Time to have fun and stop complainin’
The weather don’t stop, it just keep on changin’
I dance with the cats and I chill with the dogs
I play with the bears and I skip the frogs
What that mean? We all can hang
And then we go to sleep and we do it again

[Chorus]
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Don’t ever give up, just let the beat drop

[Verse 3]
If you don’t know my name, then you know it now
My name’s BasedGod and say it loud
What’s my name? BasedGod
And who’s the king? BasedGod
Think about who you love the most
Dedicate this song and have a toast
Your family outside chillin’ with the babies
Thank you to the women ’cause your stomach saved me
Helped me grow and kept me strong
Thank you to the men because we need you all
Don’t count us out or leave us in
We playin’ to have fun, we not playin’ to win
It’s no competition, we all relax
Just throw your hands up and state these facts
You don’t gotta stay if you want to leave
‘Cause everybody know the best things are free

[Chorus]
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Don’t ever give up, just let the beat drop

Lil B – Pretty Boy (Skit) (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Skit: Lil B & a fan]
Aye, aye. Is that Lil B over there?
Aye, uh BasedGod, come here, check me out man
Ah shit man, who the fuck is this?
Hey man, uh you know, I really want you to start doing that Pretty Boy music that you made, man. You know, you changed the game
Appreciate it
And you know, I really wanna hear that stuff, man. It’s really good, man. Will you take my word of advice?
Yeah, man. You know it’s all good. I got this extremely rare collectible art. Why don’t you check that out, and I’ll drop something for you

Lil B – Young Niggaz (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Deep voiced narrator]
Welcome to the party of your life
We need everybody to turn up
Let’s go!

[Woman]
Based God

[Lil B]
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb (DJ turn up right now!)
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb (Let’s go!)

Where you from, scary ass nigga?
We be in the club on bitches
Niggas get rocked everyday
I be in the club with a K
I be at work with a hammer
Tryin to invest in a ladder
Niggas out here get splattered
I don’t leave the house without a hammer
Don’t get shot in the face
Back door your fam broad day
Back door your kids in your face (face)
Fake ass nigga, don’t play
Feeling hostile in the club
Selling our dope in the club
We don’t give a fuck
Nah, we don’t give a fuck

All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb

I be going dumb wherever I’m at
Smoke in the club, tote that strap
Berkeley niggas, bang your clique
Oakland niggas, we in this bitch
Sacramento, we in this bitch
Stockton, we in this bitch
Frisco, we in this bitch (where you at?)
All my young niggas better keep it lit
I don’t give a fuck, if I die
Ima tell you niggas about this bitch right here
Lil B nigga, this my year
Guns in the car bitch, I’m not scared (Ooh-wee-ooh!)
Got a rolly on, bitch you’s up got another hoe
Niggas still talking? It’s time to go
Ima show them who a bitch for sho

All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb (Where you at? Where you at?)
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb (Throw it up!)
All my young niggas go dumb (Throw it up! Throw it up!)
All my young niggas go dumb (Throw it up! Throw it up!)
All my young niggas go dumb (Throw it up! Throw it up!)

West Berkeley that’s where I’m from
Seventh street nigga James Kenney park!
Now a nigga rich with the digital startup
South Berkeley niggas meet me at the park
Berkeley high, we get live (Where you at?)
Oakland tech, Albany high (Where you at?)
Pasadena, Richmond high
Throw your hood up bitch it’s all right
I’ll be that nigga in the club tonight
Lil B show, that’s a fun night
Thank you Based God go dumb for life (for life)
We be turnt up like a summer night (summer night)
Uh, forreal bitch
Me and my niggas on some ill shit
Cal Berkeley we in this bitch
Cal Berkeley we in this bitch (Hey!)

All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb

Lil B – Getting Hot (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Intro]
It’s a hot night tonight in the Bay Area
West Coast
We on motherfucking top, let’s go

[Hook]
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop

[Verse 1]
Niggas get shot when I come in
Raise hell in the party, go dumb again
Young nigga, I might die
So I go dumb, every fucking night
I ain’t no bitch, I be in the club
20 young girls, fucking with a thug
She don’t need ID when she fuck with me
She just left prom, now she fuck with me
Berkeley in this bitch with my eyes red
Finna grow out my dreads and bust a head
All we do is go dumb, and shake feds
This is for international, Black Arthur
Gentrify me? I beg your pardon
I might have clip with a 30 in it
I might fuck a bitch, then smoke a sack
Tell all these hoes Lil B back

[Hook]
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop

[Verse 2]
I ain’t never had a … imma keep it real
Everyday my head up, when I’m in the field
Yeah, I gained weight, so I’m sizing up
I’m a fat nigga, I don’t give a fuck
Donald Trump won, bitch twerk sum
Catch a bitch on a [?], put her on a [?]
Fuck that shit, imma spazz out
Fuck this shit bitch, cash out
You can go dumb if you wanna
Got a bitch on a speaker in the corner
Shout out Wiz Khalifa, I’mma stoner
It gets hot in California
Rep that squad in your face
Bitch, everybody down to catch a case
Real talk, this party turnt up
Lil B worldwide, man its one love

[Hook]
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop

[Verse 3]
This is for my street niggas who ain’t in the club
You ain’t let us in the club, now we run the club
I be chewing in my fork with a …
Tryna keep my teeth clean in this …
I done hit a couple licks I ain’t acting
Ride with the FN I ain’t fronting
Hit you with the motherfucking strap once
Have you crouched over like a monk
Every time we go out don’t know how to act
Cal Berkeley locker room, tryna flip the pack
Walking down Telegraph, and B Town
So many bitches in the streets now
Still hitting licks for the rebound
ESPN that’s me now
See a fine chick that’s me now
Catch a bad bitch for the rebound

[Hook]
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop

Lil B – Global (feat. Ilovemakonnen) (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Intro]
BasedGod

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down

[Verse 1: The BasedGod]
Bitch, always been global
Push weight I ain’t ever been local
Out of state campaign, that’s your main thang
And I’m still yellin’ out brrrangadang
I’m like a rock star, but I got bars
Strapped in the front like a cop car
Go to sleep rich, wake up rich
Getting out of pocket, so I slapped a bitch
You ain’t even gotta like it, but it’s like that
Like the bitch, so she come right back
She used to make it roll down the pole
Tryna watch this money hit the floor
She be going dumb like she on blow
International like UFO
I’m a Jacka like Joe Blow
Messy Marv like Fillmore
Get free bands like Future
In the Tesla with the doors up
A million dollar cash make you throw it up
All these bad bitches just go nuts
All these bad bitches just go dumb
All these bad bitches just go dumb
Yeah man, like I said, it’s your boy Lil B, we be turnin’ up

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Down

[Verse 2: The BasedGod]
The party, I wanna go
Get rich, yes hoe
With my niggas in the cut, with that shit, light it up
Put my hands up in the air
Goin’ crazy, I don’t care (I don’t care)
I don’t care (let’s go, let’s go)
Bitch, I’m feeling like Jay-Z
Bitch, I’m feeling like Master P
Fresh off the boat with a [?]
Trya watch a stripper booty float
Girl, do what you do
Tell the truth, I ain’t mad at you
Huh, no means no
I got too many bitches, I don’t know
Help me out, let’s go crazy in this damn house
All my frat boys turn up
Spring break, bitches wanna fuck
India got a lot of bitches
Sri Lanka got a lot of bitches
Thailand got a lot of bitches
Germany, USA, Brazil

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down

[Verse 3: iLoveMakonnen]
My best mates live out in Melbourne
I’m out west, smoking on the best
The sherm that you probably, you want (uh)
The girls round ’em, I make them hot
And I’m like the captain all around the planet
Me and Lieutenant Ollie, we, we make it happen
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go Global
I drink blue bottle water, global
Rock the local, everyday
Makin’ so much, I could buy the USA
So get down in this pretty world
And do your pretty dance
And get down with those pretty girls
Do your pretty dance and get down

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down

Lil B – Mexico (Skit) (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Skit: Lil B & a fan]
Uh, dang man. You heard that they ’bout to build a wall in Mexico?
Yeah, I heard about that
Well uh, we gotta get up out there before they build that goddang wall, because there’s too many girls out there and I don’t wanna miss out
I don’t got no money. I don’t got no money to go down to no Mexico. I can’t afford it…
But uh, before we go to Mexico, you heard about, uh, San Jose?
Yeah, we can go there
Yeah, it gets real crazy out there
Let’s go!
We gotta go up out there first. And then we’ll drive down to Mexico
Okay
You with me?
I’m with it, man. Let’s go
Let’s go

Lil B – Zam Bose (In San Jose) (Black Ken Mixtape)

BasedGod

Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
In San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
In San Jose, hey!

Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose

Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
In San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
In San Jose, hey!

Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose

Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
In San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
In San Jose, hey!

Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose

Lil B – The Real Is Back (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Tag]
BasedGod

[Intro]
This Lil B for real, man
This my first time at the game, for real
BasedGod on the beats, it’s 100% me
Put my life in this rap

[Verse 1]
I came from a hole in the wall
Niggas still got dope in the wall
Got weight on the scale, niggas still push white in your life
Wrong move and I’m taken your life
I ain’t playin’ with 12
My throat hurt and I don’t talk to the law
Fake nigga I ain’t talkin’ to y’all
This is real when I rap
Fifty-thousand just to take a nap
Move out because the real is back
Bitch deal with that
You niggas actin’ fake as hell
On the cover of the XXL, with Kendrick Lamar
And I went right back to the hood
Cookin’ dope like a real nigga should
I’m really that good
I’m unsigned, I’m the rawest out
Niggas take it and I’m barkin’ ’em out
You bitches is fake, this is real nigga
Rest in peace to Emmett Till, nigga
On the real

[Verse 2]
I never left my city or home
Grew up, but I never moved on
Now my money is low
But I still got a few homes
Nigga play me, I’m movin’ alone
But I’m standin’ strong
I’m standing for my niggas that woke up
I bring the Terror Squad like Remy or Coca
Soulja Boy, you actin’ fake as hell!
Only thing that he made was bail
How you make me?
Bitch, stay in your lane, for real
You hear me on the beat, this not Wayne or Pharrell
I got my own style, nigga you lame as hell
Hatin’ on the player cause that fake shit sell
All on interviews, snitchin’ and tellin’
How the fuck you got money and you niggas be jealous?
I know I’m the man for real
Because I was a nerd before Chad and Pharrell, nigga

[Bridge]
Lil B in the building
I know the whole world been waitin’ for this
I got y’all

[Verse 3]
What you hearin’ through your speakers?
You compare this to Jesus
Things might get wild
2017, it’s a whole new round
Really had to sit down produce this sound
Nobody was around when I was struggling, how?
2018, now I’m so profound
Put on your life vest because you might go down
Really watch your bitches, man, I’m tellin’ you now
The devil got an ass and a smile, feel me?
I want money, I don’t want no child
You could call me selfish and I’ma ask you how
When these *beep* ain’t quality
Nah, I don’t want that *beep* to be a part of me
I’m lookin’ for the best woman
With a mind and a spirit I don’t need the pussy

[Tag]
BasedGod

Lil B – Rawest Rapper Alive (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Intro]
History in the making
Rawest rapper alive
Lil B
BasedGod
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I put my heart on paper, venting on a daily basis
It’s like a painting how I’m stroking for the final stages
Let me win cause I’m on the bottom
I’m from the under where it rain but the water shower
Ask my nigga, we was robbing for that mighty dollar
The mighty dollar got him five, for a thousand dollars
Fuck that shit, I ain’t that nigga that gon’ sit in jail
I’m finna rap until my mama say she living well
Living swell, I live in hell in the real world
That’s why Basedworld the only place with based girls
See, my face don’t break with a solid body
I’m like a porn star, cause I’m eating anybody
And it’s hot nowadays, cause people getting sloppy
It’s like cheerleaders, my niggas catching bodies
I’m sorry

[Bridge]
I said I’m sorry man
It’s like, my niggas is really cheerleaders nowadays, man
Catching bodies and shit
Get with me
I’ll body your bitch
Rawest rapper alive

[Verse 2]
If I don’t end up on top, let me run the bottom
Off that Rossi, Carlos Rossi, see my eyes in shadows
See my face beneath the water with the water shallow
You feel me?
I’ma tell you like this man
Fuck a money hungry bitch, she gon’ get your issue
I’m riding on you, while a sucker nigga riding with you
No support with the levees or a nigga’s dreams
I can’t see the bitch, so I’m smoking Mary Jane
Yeah

[Bridge]
Lil B for "Lil Boss" making history
Who the fuck said hip-hop is dead?
Shhh

[Verse 3]
Look at me, I’m a starving artist
Have you ever had your face drawn by fifty girls?
I done did it, freestyling for eighty tracks
A hundred Myspace, that imported, out my ass
I love rap, I done did it cause I sacrifice
Anything and everything, for the based life
To live right, mind reader cause I’m copacetic
I touched the girl and made her faint, she called the paramedics

[Bridge]
Yes, my nigga, I’m the best
Yes, I’m the best, my nigga, I’m the best (x3)
Yes, I’m the best
BasedGod
Yeah, Based Lord
Brang dang on your bitch, man
History
Y’all gon’ miss me
I got the crown man, hold the throne
Westside, West Coast, man
We got this shit
It’s our time
Fuck the grind

[Verse 4]
Brang dang, man, all game, all terrain
I move on autopilot with no pilot, I’m the pilot
Move in silence, cause they watch you when your face is violent
Rather see you making money than selling and grinding
And I’m tired of the fact I’m sitting and crying
Maybe cause I’m a Leo, boy, a heart of a lion
And I hate to see my niggas that’s living and dying
That’s why I’m riding for ’em, Lil B, I can’t stop ’em

[Outro]
Only thing that’s stopping me is myself
West Coast
Bay Area
Bitch

Lil B – Show Promoter (Skit) (Black Ken Mixtape)

Telephone Ringing

Lil B Representative: Based World Records, yes we know the Based God, how may I help you?
Caller: Yeah, I wanna book a show for Lil B in Hawaii… Hawaii, I wanna book him for a show
Lil B Representative: Yeah, the Based God would love to come to Hawaii, I’ll send him this message and will get back to you shortly-
Caller: How much?
Lil B Representative: Hopefully everything can work out great
Caller: How much is it?
Lil B Representative: Talk soon-

Lil B Representative Hangs Up

Caller: Hello?

Lil B – Live From The Island Hawaii (Black Ken Mixtape)

Hawaii, how y’all doing tonight?
Aw no, the show’s not over!
We not done! The party’s still going on!
But first, I wanna give a thank you to all of y’all!
(BasedGod)
Where you at, where you at? Whoo!
Make some noise! Make some noise!
Like I said, I wanna give a…
Shoutout to the drummer on stage right now
Hawaii, where you at?
We not done shouting folks out! Whoo!
It’s ya boy Lil B in the house!
Shout out to my boy on the keys! Whoo!
We turned up!
Keep going, turn up!
And don’t stop! Whoo!
If you with your loved one right now
You might be with your girlfriend or your boyfriend
Your husband or your wife
Your kids and your family
Your sisters and your brothers
Your lovers
We all in this tonight!
One time to have a good time tonight!
And then I’m gone!
But like I said, Lil B forever! Whoo!

ASAP Ferg – Trap And A Dream (feat. Meek Mill) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Yeah, yeah
Pray to the trap
Pray for the trap

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Send them niggas to the Hood Pope
My synagogue right in the ghetto
Off the dome, I’m killin’ niggas
But the pen game on a different level
One trap with a big dream
I go hard, won’t ever settle
"Go in for the kill" what they taught me
Boy I’m movin’ that Shark Tank
In this bitch like I’m Clark Kent
Got a deal with the devil like y’all say
It’s for the love of the money, what y’all think?
Fuck a wack bitch what I won’t do
Make a bill with these vocals
And the Pro Tools, thought I told you
Pedal or metal, I try to slow down but I can’t
Fuckin’ yo bitch and she kissin’ the dick
And I’m startin’ to feel like I’m Tank
Chasin’ the commas on commas
Embracing the drama that come with the fame
Put that on my momma, the llama
It hit ya, designer in part of your brain, so stay in ya lane
Huh, yeah, I’m fuckin’ your bitch in a park
I bust in her mouth cause she parched
She throwin’ it back with an arch
You cuffin’ that bitch like a narc
Ooh boy I don’t wanna start
Two birds on my boat, I’mma start
I’m kinda like Noah’s Ark
I am leaving this Earth with a mark
I ain’t got time for you marks
I aim at your head like a dart
He lay on the street with a chart
Spike on his head like he Bart
I’d rather be chasin’ the cream
Trappin’ and trappin’, I never be slackin’
I’m countin’ a million a dream

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Uh, yeah
Trap and a dream, uh, Mac with the beam, yeah
Left Hollywood, damn, back to the fiends, woo
Pull up in my hood, skrt skrt, and back to the scene, hoo
In the back like a spleen, hoo, hunnid racks in my jeans, aw yeah
Know a couple niggas want me dead in my hood
Do some charity, I put some bread in my hood
Pussy niggas snitchin’, got the feds in my hood
It’s like all the real niggas really dead in my hood
I been runnin’ it up, fuckin’ it up, plenty
Hop out the spur, jump in the truck, Bentley
Neosporin, I’m in the cut, chilly
Mask on, mask off, reppin’ my set, Philly
I got thrity-six O’s, we gone put it on a roll
That boy silent, never told, fuckin’ models out the Vogue
And I rock a lot of gold, all these diamonds on me froze
I called papi for the low, he gon’ drop it, Lord knows
I got a

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene

ASAP Ferg – Rubber Band Man (feat. Cam Ron) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
You already know what it is, Hood Pope (Killa!)
Dipset (A$AP!)
We runnin’ this shit
None of y’all niggas can fuck with us
(Word to god!)

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & Cam’ron]
Rubber band man got the pocket with the bankroll
Call me Stunna Man, diamonds shining like the rainbow
Runnin’ this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt
Yeah, you can call me Usain Bolt
Rubber band man got the pockets with the bankroll
Call me Killa Cam, diamonds shining like the rainbow
Runnin’ this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt
Nigga, you can call me Usain Bolt

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Two model bitches with me asking for a sugar-free Red Bull
Mix it with the Tito’s now they walkin’ with that dead look
Coke up in they nose, that’s why their nostrils got that red look
Hip-hop police saw me, jiggy nigga make the Feds look
I just brought a Rollie and my bitches broke the bezel
When you make it this far, certain niggas try to test you
Still live up in Harlem, rich nigga in the ghetto
Yeah, rich nigga in the ghetto

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & Cam’ron]
Rubber band man got the pocket with the bankroll
Call me Stunna Man, diamonds shining like the rainbow
Runnin’ this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt
Yeah, you can call me Usain Bolt
Rubber band man got the pockets with the bankroll
Call me Killa Cam, diamonds shining like the rainbow
Runnin’ this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt
Nigga, you can call me Usain Bolt

[Interlude: Cam’ron]
Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa
Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa (in front of the Waldorf)
Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa
Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa

[Verse 2: Cam’ron]
Yo, in front of the Waldorf, valet said that he’s sick of us
I mean he just can’t get wit’ us
"What’s the problem playboy? It’s only six of us"
"Yeah, with twenty-five cars, this shit’s just ridiculous"
Thought we was inconspicuous
He said, "Yeah right nigga, y’all meticulous"
Twenty-five to life, at one time I was risking it
Ten digit nigga, old life I ain’t missin’ it
Look at me, baby girl, you should just lick a bit
Bend down, real low, my zipper come unzipping it
Yeah, I think I really love her ’cause she started kissin’ it
I mean, she really started kissin’ it

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & Cam’ron]
Rubber band man got the pocket with the bankroll
Call me Stunna Man, diamonds shining like the rainbow
Runnin’ this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt
Yeah, you can call me Usain Bolt
Rubber band man got the pockets with the bankroll
Call me Killa Cam, diamonds shining like the rainbow
Runnin’ this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt
Nigga, you can call me Usain Bolt