Tag: New York

[Intro: El-P]
I’ll flood the speakers with heat seekers
And keep sneakers cleaner than nunnery pussy evening of Easter
I’ll leave my prints on her keister, I suck the clit and release it if it will please her
I’ll kneel to her, best believe make a meal of her…
Thank you

*Snapping*

(Yes, yes, brilliant)

[Verse 1: El-P]
Told the preacher I love her, he said that God was her lover
I said if he really loves her then he would love that we’re lovers
I walk around in a bubble, a fucking scoundrel in trouble
In every town, make a rumble, the venue ground into rubble
Give me a ten, and I’ll double, I’ll split your face like some aces
I got a fragrance I’m wearing called, "I will shit on you basics."
The money wants me to have it, I have a hunger for data
I’m crunching numbers and crack unbreakable safes while I’m at it
I’m doing more than just rapping you have to grant me that dap
When you around where I’m at just know that it is not where you at
I’m not on your map, I’m a mystery to you captains of industry
If the ‘matic is missing me automatic, it’s victory
Hey!

[Hook: Trina w/ El-P & Killer Mike]
I’m the shit
Looking at the money like it’s mine to get
I’m the shit bitch
Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist
I’m the shit
We looking at the money like it’s ours to get
I’m the shit bitch
Everybody live throw the pistol and fist

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
We the grimy and gritty, made it the Grammy committees
Got told that we spit it too vicious and would never see victory
And I refuse to play humble as though my dick itty bitty
I got banana dick, your bitch go apeshit if she hit it
Meanwhile, you’re too nervous, pervis, that’s why you never get service
And me, I caught the preacher’s wife workin’ ‘fore Sunday service
I put my hand up her skirt and then we prayed for a purpose
I baptized her in Jesus name, left her shakin’ and squirtin’
Ooh, I shocked the Sunday school and did that shit there on purpose
See, I’m a pervert with purpose that make you question your purpose
Run the Jewels’ll arrive at arenas, bunch of blood thirsty hyenas
To get revenge on the kingdoms that killed the dreams of the dreamers
Drank alcohol for the demons, sip lean with all of the schemers
You see he groove with the people, move with the mind of a genius
You see, he workin’ the angles so he ain’t never an angel
They wanna get you to hang him, well give them fuckers a finger

[Hook: Trina w/ El-P & Killer Mike]
I’m the shit
Looking at the money like it’s mine to get
I’m the shit bitch
Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist
I’m the shit
We looking at the money like it’s ours to get
I’m the shit bitch
Everybody live throw the pistol and fist

[Verse 3: El-P]
Welcome to fuckyoupalooza, we bruisin’ any who movin’
Who wanna stan’ for these douches, you raise a hand and you lose it
I hold the door for old ladies, run into fires and save babies
I went to school in the eighties, taking the train with the crazies
New York, New York is the mothership where I used to smoke dust and shit
Now, I’m crop dustin’ fuckers, suck it up and you’ll love the shit
No more games, I’m above the shit, butter me up for nothing
I’m taking all of your ducats ’cause I can call when you’re bluffing

[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
Who thought the son of Denise would be the leader of people?
When he was your house at Morehouse, slangin’ pounds of the reefer
Sat with potential presidents and said the p should be legal as reparations
For what this nation has done to my people
I’m a pervert, a poet, I ain’t a saint, and I know it
Been a crook and cooked the books but never shorted no whores
Promoters comp me the Moet, I’m the man and I know it
I’m the shit, Bitch, tell me, how could I not show it?

[Hook: Trina w/ El-P & Killer Mike]
I’m the shit
Looking at the money like it’s mine to get
I’m the shit bitch
Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist
I’m the shit
We looking at the money like it’s ours to get
I’m the shit bitch
Everybody live throw the pistol and fist
I’m the shit

[Intro: Kranium]
Oh God, yeah, mmm

[Verse 1: Kranium]
When me touch down, bend or bruk down
In the late night, me and her locked up
Shift her dress to the side ride the shotgun, mmm
Inna me dark glass, cut off shorts , clarks well clean
Touch the road with the bloodclat team
See a gyal deh pon a corner a cry and a scream
You know seh di boss haffi intervene
She said, her man nah gi her di time
So of course, you know seh, me go gi her the whine
Now she seh how me is a one of a kind
And that’s how she became mine, man seet deh

[Chorus: Kranium]
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
She want a rich nigga, not a broke one
She a boss too, she get her own money
Slim thicky with her booty and she know a nigga love that shit
I love that shit
She got a man, oh well, I’m like so what?
What that nigga got to do with us?
So we lost in the moment
And I’m deep in your ocean
I bet he can’t believe that

[Chorus: Kranium]
Him can’t believe I, can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God

[Verse 3: Kranium]
Know the whole place a talk bout
The yute from New York, that give her the sparks
Inna me straight jeans pants and me wallabee clarks
The boy say how me no inna him the class
True, him a give her all of the money in the world
Never know seh he woulda lose him girl to a regular yute
But I give her all the time and plus she say me well cute
Man seet deh

[Chorus: Kranium]
Him can’t believe I, can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God

[Verse 4: WizKid]
Your gyal come give me likkle whine so
Give me likkle whine so
Give me whine so
Give me whine so, give me whine so
My gyal come give me likkle whine so
Give me likkle whine so
Give me whine so
Show me love, gyal, free your mind
Give a likkle whine and I’ma make you mine
Yup, pretty gyal, I make you mine
I know you didn’t come alone, that’s why you really shy
Baby girl, come free your mind
Man you love to keep, I wanna hold you tight
Baby girl, I hold you tight
I wanna squeeze, wanna tease, wanna please, wanna please
Baby girl, I want it one more time, yup

[Chorus: Kranium]
Him can’t believe I, can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God

Ah hah, yeah, yeah
(Niico)

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Ay, two mansions in the Hamptons
Money longer than the Ave’
30 cars on the alley
30 mill’s in the valley
Came from the bottom, watch what I do
You bunch of internet thugs, Yahoo
You got a buzz, I’m the whole field
Ask your bitch, I’m a dope deal
Try to book me for my watch
I’ll book ’em for a show, let his mama watch
Call the coroner and call the pastor
And grab a casket, my chest christens in the laughter
Talk about New York, big mistake
Got the bank and I ain’t fit (that’s a stash)
Bet a mill’ and I ain’t riggin’
On the large, get a Minaj, ain’t Nicki

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Runnin’ through New York with a strap (that’s a fact)
‘Cause we comin’ for they head, not they chaps (that’s a fact)
Zack runnin’ through a chap
Bub runnin’ through a chap
Killer runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Hank runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Mitch runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Y’all wonder what it’s at
I know I see Max one day
R.I.P Chinx, gun play
Make you backflip, like the front brake
Finna rule, live someday
Chop a bubble like bath water
See the red dots like a camcorder
Fuck on a jet, that’s air hoe
Came with the TEC, air horn

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

Yes, everything spicy, bumboclaat
Everything spicy, eh? bumboclaat’s truth, right? [?]
Wah gwan, wah gwan, boy
Everything bumboclaat spicy, yeah, yeah
Everything spicy [?] steam dem, curry dem
Everything good
Alright, watch out [?]

[Pre-Chorus: French Montana]
For real
And yeah, we comin’ for the kill
Warrior
With the formula

[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh?
When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh?
No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh?
Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Yeah, yeah
My homie Chinx got murdered, murdered
Nobody seen, nobody heard
They left us on the corner, wanna kill us here
Now, Nino in the Carter with the Cartier
My homie Max bought a hundred years
His mama body dry, can’t cry no tears
Now I’ma ride for my dawg
In a foreign place on the call, you know?
Around like a foreigner
Golden State Warrior
Same bars by the show, you know
One show, what you get for a tar, you know
You want my face on the wall you know
Fuck niggas’ motive was my motivation
Money on the floor, built the foundation
On top, no safe, no combination
Baby, be my motivation

[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh?
When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh?
No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh?
Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula

[Verse 2: Alkaline]
Frass, dem never give mi this, mi earn it
Dem a act like mi nuh deserve this
If mi did relapse, dem would a hurt mi
Dem seh mi good but mi still carry a one thing wid mi
Laugh wid dem but I don’t trust dem
Anybody diss a inna ground wi a send, send dem
Uptown have the tall up dem (queng)
Dem bless mi papa strong
But mi know the pussy dem

[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh?
When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh?
No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh?
Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula

[Verse 3: Alkaline & French Montana]
From you a work you have the formula
Tower Hill have the formula
Lee Milla have the formula
New York got the formula
UK got the formula
Hit Jamaica for the formula
Blood in my eyes from the war, enuh
Me for real, we come up for the kill
Me and warrior came back with the formula
Kick down door, enuh?

[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh?
When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh?
No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh?
Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula

[Outro: Alkaline]
For real, they know we comin’ for the kill
Warrior, comin’ with the formula
The biggest bumboclaat chune, eh?
New York, Miami, London, eh?
East Africa, America, eh?
Bumboclaat!

I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan

[Verse 1]
Young Blood, 212 with a 12 gauge pump
Try to bring the foreigns out, hit the hood like Trump
Hills party like Women’s March, piranhas killin’ sharks
You ain’t built, don’t talk too much cloth
Mi young boys hit you, have you drippin’ too much sauce
Hooked up to the IV, yeah, few months off
Snipe squad, roof top, dump, [?]
Wanna catch me slippin’ like they caught Meek on the steps
Yeah, baby tryna find her way, but it ain’t [?]
Twice as much, baby, you ain’t twice is more
Caught a crib on the west side, Selena
Started from the block with a pack, shawty mad

[Chorus]
I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan

[Verse 2]
Too many stories, too many pages
Too many real niggas in too many cages
Too many fake niggas with too many faces
Too many war stories, on too much medication
Put the game in a chokehold, squeeze ’til ain’t nothin’ left
Too many round
Peel my top back, watch crystal meth
Too much cut coke, too much floss
There’s too much cutthroat, there’s too many bosses
Puff about to hit a billi’, I’m on a hundred mil’ burglary
I know you heard of me, fresh off that [?] surgery
Put some gravel in your [?] (too much talk)
Know you heard of us, nigga, talkin’ New York

[Chorus]
I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan

[Outro]
Montana!

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Ay, two mansions in the Hamptons
Money longer than the Ave’
30 cars on the alley
30 mill’s in the valley
Came from the bottom, watch what I do
You bunch of internet thugs, Yahoo
You got a buzz, I’m the whole field
Ask your bitch, I’m a dope deal
Try to book me for my watch
I’ll book ’em for a show, let his mama watch
Call the coroner and call the pastor
And grab a casket, my chest christens in the laughter
Talk about New York, big mistake
Got the bank and I ain’t fit (that’s a stash)
Bet a mill’ and I ain’t riggin’
On the large, get a Minaj, ain’t Nicki

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Runnin’ through New York with a strap (that’s a fact)
‘Cause we comin’ for they head, not they chaps (that’s a fact)
Zack runnin’ through a chap
Bub runnin’ through a chap
Killer runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Hank runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Mitch runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Y’all wonder what it’s at
I know I see Max one day
R.I.P Chinx, gun play
Make you backflip, like the front brake
Finna rule, live someday
Chop a bubble like bath water
See the red dots like a camcorder
Fuck on a jet, that’s air hoe
Came with the TEC, air horn

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Chorus]
I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan

[Verse 1]
Young Blood, 212 with a 12 gauge pump
Try to bring the foreigns out, hit the hood like Trump
Hills party like Women’s March, piranhas killin’ sharks
You ain’t built, don’t talk too much cloth
Mi young boys hit you, have you drippin’ too much sauce
Hooked up to the IV, yeah, few months off
Snipe squad, roof top, dump, [?]
Wanna catch me slippin’ like they caught Meek on the steps
Yeah, baby tryna find her way, but it ain’t [?]
Twice as much, baby, you ain’t twice is more
Caught a crib on the west side, Selena
Started from the block with a pack, shawty mad

[Chorus]
I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan

[Verse 2]
Too many stories, too many pages
Too many real niggas in too many cages
Too many fake niggas with too many faces
Too many war stories, on too much medication
Put the game in a chokehold, squeeze ’til ain’t nothin’ left
Too many round
Peel my top back, watch crystal meth
Too much cut coke, too much floss
There’s too much cutthroat, there’s too many bosses
Puff about to hit a billi’, I’m on a hundred mil’ burglary
I know you heard of me, fresh off that [?] surgery
Put some gravel in your [?] (too much talk)
Know you heard of us, nigga, talkin’ New York

[Chorus]
I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan

[Outro]
Montana!

[Intro: Young Thug]
Aye, ah, yeah
She like to fuck, we [?]
Diamonds on me bling
Yeah, yeah, you know they

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Pocket full of bread like a dinner roll
Parked the [?] right into the Rolls
All these diamonds wet like Cancún
‘Bout to take my dog up like a damn balloon
100 racks inside the club I’m the tycoon
Ain’t no need for you
Never gon one night you
I put P’s in the pot, only got back a few
Red diamonds flooded with Christian Loubs
Stacking tall like [?]
Everyday young nigga dreaming
Real boss without the [?]
Red cross [?]
Bout to swish this shit up like I’m Mase
I beat this case but I don’t drink but I bought a case
My diamonds [?] call me [?]
I’m out in the streets bout to motherfuckin’ race

[Hook: Duggie]
Just because you rich
Don’t make you real (that’s a hundred nigga)
It’s a lot of fuck niggas with money to be honest with ya’
Just because you rich
Don’t make you real (that’s a hundred nigga)
It’s a lot of fuck niggas with money to be honest with ya’
It’s a lotta fuck niggas with money to be honest

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My shawty thicker than yours
My jeweler iller than yours I want my diamonds adorable (yeah)
My diamonds hit from the floor
I ain’t talkin’ STD, but I’m bout to takin’ the wall (takin’ the wall)
I drink Act’ like I’m bored, I drink it everyday it’s a sport
I got bitches out of Aces in New York
Balmain britches my gators got goosebumps
[?] I’m fresher than a [?]
Cops get off me
I called it y’all, I’m handcuffed
You can see the difference in my mug shot
I got my cash up, hundred duffle bags up

[Hook: Shabazz PBG]
Get em’ in got my own shit, half a Mil on my own bitch
And I’m still in the same shit, and I still fuck the same bitch
And I still got the same clip, hundred round choppa’ stainless
Leave a op nigga brainless, niggas rapping but ain’t saying shit
Ten bands make your mans switch, V12 make the Benz flip
Need Percs and Xans scripts, hi-points gon’ jam bitch
Raf Simmons no Stan Smiths, fuck your man he a damn snitch
Do the dash with a bad bitch, clip longer than my damn glick

[Verse 1: Shabazz PBG]
Rap niggas on fan shit, walk down on some man shit
Play with my Dons we stalking your shit
Play with my cash your ass gon’ get hit
Spend ten on my damn fit, double C on the bad bitch
FN this a hand stick, go to New York like a damn Knick
Sipping foo like now your ass sick
Dolan on the beat you know its a hit
Glock 23 and it came in a package
AR Pistol put it under the mattress
Landed in Vegas I picked up the work
Fucked up the beat then I fucked up the curb
Shooters creeping and they wait for the word
Around the ops playing man hunt
50 round leave your man slumped
Lil bitch

[Hook: Shabazz PBG]
Get em’ in got my own shit, half a Mil on my own bitch
And I’m still in the same shit, and I still fuck the same bitch
And I still got the same clip, hundred round choppa’ stainless
Leave a op nigga brainless, niggas rapping but ain’t saying shit
Ten bands make your mans switch, V12 make the Benz flip
Need Percs and Xans scripts, hi-points gon’ jam bitch
Raf Simmons no Stan Smiths, fuck your man he a damn snitch
Do the dash with a bad bitch, clip longer than my damn glick

[Verse 1]
New York isn’t New York
Without you, love
So far in a few blocks
To be so low

And if I call you from First Avenue
Where you’re the only motherfucker in the city
Who can handle me

[Verse 2]
New love
Wasn’t true love
Back to you, love
So much for a home run
With some blue bloods

If I last-strawed you on 8th Avenue
Where you’re the only motherfucker in the city
Who can stand me

[Chorus]
I have lost a hero
I have lost a friend
But for you, darling
I’d do it all again

I have lost a hero
I have lost a friend
But for you, darling
I’d do it all again

[Verse 3]
New York isn’t New York
Without you, love
Too few of our old crew
Left on Astor

So if I trade our ‘hood
For some Hollywood
Where you’re the only motherfucker in the city who would
Only motherfucker in the city who would
Only motherfucker in the city who’d forgive me

[Chorus]
I have lost a hero
I have lost a friend
But for you, darling
I’d do it all again

I have lost a hero
I have lost a friend
But for you, darling
I’d do it all again

[Intro: Nas, Travis Scott & DJ Khaled]
I know I said Nas album done
We the Best Music!
But we got one more to do first
Straight up
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
150 stack it all in my Gucci jacket
50 more in the Goyard, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Got the mansion on the island
It’s secured, it’s secured
Got them bitches flyin’ private
It’s secured, it’s secured
Foreign bitches and they wildin’
It’s secured, it’s secured
100 mil’, keep on pilin’
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

[Verse 1: Nas]
I’m principle driven, only real ones feel me
Most needed protection from the OG’s to get bigger
No disrespect to them, but I never needed them older niggas
Or so we thought speedin’ through life like
The speed of sound – what your life like?
Momma stressin’, seen the ratchets in the dresser
She not askin’ questions
Seen the vests, seen other kids in the caskets restin’
Life ill, ’cause most of my niggas in jail
For them it was hustle or death, I reshuffled my deck
I gave myself a good hand
Probably ran through a hundred million
Per decade, I’m not phased, and I could spot ya
A hundred million before you could ever spot grays
Chili Fritos in the helicopter
Money can’t get that ghetto out’cha

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
150, stack it all in my Gucci jacket
50 more in the Goyard, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Got the mansion on the island
It’s secured, it’s secured
Got them bitches flyin’ private
It’s secured, it’s secured
Foreign bitches and they wildin’
It’s secured, it’s secured
100 mil’, keep on pilin’
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

[Verse 2: Nas]
Watch out for insecure niggas
They take your soul out your body, they not secure
I pray the Lord stop a opp before I go backwards
Resort to violent reactions
That’s childish, my life’s a dream to rappers
Afraid they moments have past ’em
It’s all different hustles (Straight up!)
Niggas movin’ bricks
Young niggas rappin’, doin’ shows, hittin’ they licks
Everybody holdin’ shmoney in pics
Don’t get robbed, boy, is you dumb?
All them swipers gettin’ it how it come (Yep!)
43, morally ambiguous, you serious?
Gettin’ it, lyricist, idiots, you ain’t nearin’ this
Out of New York’s biggest and richest
I’m the template, low-key the busiest
The game chose me, deal with it
So I’m the quiet type, Mr. One Mic
But silently listen, use the same letters to spell it right
So hear me, from Nasty I’m mature
Here’s another appetizer
Khaled, we did it again, let Travis take us higher!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
150 stack it all in my Gucci jacket
50 more in the Goyard, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah yah yah yah yah yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Got the mansion on the island
It’s secured, it’s secured
Got them bitches flyin’ private
It’s secured, it’s secured
Foreign bitches and they wildin’
It’s secured, it’s secured
100 mil’, keep on pilin’
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

[Outro: DJ Khaled]
A hundred mil’, keep on pilin’
It’s Nasir and Travis and Khaled
That’s right: Khaled Khaled

[Vince Staples, Kilo Kish]
New York, New York
Bright lights and dark skies
If I die today
Would you even know I existed?
Would you see my fate?
How I love you so
When you are so far away
You’re in my skin, above my brim, and
If I shall pass away
New York, New York
Bright lights and dark skies
If I die today
Would you even know I existed?
Would you see my fate?
How I love you so
When you are so far away
You’re in my skin, above my brim, and
If I shall pass away
Gunshot

[Chorus: Vince Staples]
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Is your house big? Is your car nice?
Is your girl fine? Fuck her all night?
Is you well paid? Are your shows packed?
If your song played, would they know that?
How the thug life? How the love life?
How the workload? Is your buzz right?
Do the trap jump? Is the plug right?
Got your head right? Boy, yeah right

[Chorus: Vince Staples]
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Pretty woman wanna slit the wrist
Pretty woman wanna be a rich man’s bitch
Pretty women want a couple kids
Pretty women want a new ass, new lips
Pretty women wanna push a Benz
Come correct and she won’t let you in
Thumbin’ through a check, she gets it in
Diamonds on your neck, is them pretend?

[Chorus: Vince Staples]
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)

[Bridge: Kućka]
Got an enemy that changes dependin’ what direction
You’re facin’
Got an enemy that tells you what block and what division
You’re placed in
You pretend to get a better idea about the lifestyle
You’re chasin’
Keep pretendin’, make it real until every cell replaced, erased

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Pop ’til it’s vacant
Pop ’til the wrist pop
Pop ’til he shakin’
Pop like four on the floor been in rotation
No allegation
Popular demand, I understand my name is only for conversation
New York nigga be like "deadass"
L.A. nigga be like "on the dead homies"
I was off the porch like Fed-Ex
211, got bread on me
K-Dot twilight the zeitgeist
Roll like fried rice and tempura shrimp
Temporary pimp, nah, don’t remember them
Just canary yellow gem, jumping out the fuckin’ gym
Swang like new Dana Dane, I ride dirty
Paid like two Damon Wayans, retire early
Fade like shadows, the stallion, the cattle
A bitches decision for you, is narrow
Collision, the money, and fame, the pharaoh
The physic, the chemist, the lame
Collateral for Kendrick whenever exchange
Compatible for riches with more to gain
I said, nigga, yeah right
I don’t fair fight but I bear fight
Lookin’ for my next roadkill for the headlight
Hangin’ on my last four kills for the highlights
My life, hiii life, high five, bye, bye

[Chorus: Vince Staples]
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)

[Intro]
Ultimate

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Equalizer, synthesizer
Ultimately, I will brutalize ya
I got the shit that could take out New York
I do not fuck with the population
Contemplation killing competition
Confrontation, reevaluation
You don’t want to see the revelation
Straps looking like a lederhosen

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Stop, doctor said he couldn’t hold on
Cut, motherfucker I am Logan
N-I-G-G-A Attila The Hun
Mixed with Bishop Magic Juan
I got the fuckin’ magic wand
I am the ugly, I am so ugly
With the face, only ya mother could love me
Nothing is lovely, only get loneliness
Phoniness, only resides on the tongue
Sun is never radiant, coming undone
So instantaneous, it is begun
No way escaping it though
Suicide thoughts with the murder I wrote
Death from anonymous, broken my promises
Feeling that I will return later on
Fuck it, it’s Halo, I wouldn’t respawn

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Equalizer, synthesizer
Ultimately, I will brutalize ya
I got the shit that could take out New York
I do not fuck with the population
Contemplation killing competition
Confrontation, reevaluation
You don’t want to see the revelation
Straps looking like a lederhosen
Stop-

[Verse 2: Ronny J]
I fucked that bitch, she’s a fake, yuh
I got the drugs in my vape, yuh
Niggas straight [?] late, yuh
All of your diamonds is fake, yuh
Most of these niggas is waste, yuh
I got the session in case, yuh
New burly king with the fade
Keep my bitches like my diamonds, in place, yuh
Ice bag on my nuts
Watch what I’ve been on
Birch trees on my chest
Put that [?], yuh
I fucked that bitch right to sleep, yuh
I gotta battle my friends
I have got no time to waste
I hit a lick, I hit a lick
I hit a lick, it not real
Check my account and I double up
I make them bands in the day
I make them bands in the day, yuh
I hit a lick, it not real
Check my account and I double up
I make them bands in the day
I make them bands in the day, yuh
Watch the way that I flex, yuh
Shawty want me cause I’m next, yuh
She grab my wave, my [?], yuh
Look, now her panties are wet, yuh
Ah, yuh, ride my waves
Yeah, I’m paid
Ah, yuh, ride my waves
Yeah, I’m pai-

Just gimme the gees an we be clubbin yow.
Gal a make wi please and we be thuggin’ now.
Sippin’ Hennesy an we’ll be bubblin yow.
Set we mind at ease we got to take it slow.
So when you see the S.P. floatin’ don’t provoke him
Cause the girls we be poking have to smoking.
Best thing fi the recreation a fi get the best girls inna every nation.
All Topper girls we promotin and supportin’
And dem love how we flow king here them shouting
First class ticket invitation girls from New York, England and Jamaican.
Everyday we be burnin’ not concernin’ what nobody wanna say.
We be earnin’ dollars turning ’cause we mind de pon we pay.
Some got gold and oil and diamonds – all we got is Mary J.
Legalize it, time to recognise it.
Girls them a page me waan fi raise me
True me write nuff tune and drive them crazy.
Well I man a true born Jamaican
Ready fi the girls them inna every situation.
We a the gal dem pro, them know we flow
With the lyrical content that make them dip low and
Make the club keep jumpin
Turn up the bass make we here when it pumpin.
Summertime bounce to the music people choose it
Sean da P gal a cruise with… well reputed cause.
We a the girls them champion,
Have nuff a them like the great king Solomon.
Many girls inna wi eye sight sexy dress type
Se them ready fi a hype night
Just gimme di light
An make we blaze it the roof we haffi raise it again
Everyday we be burnin’ not concernin’ what nobody wanna say.
We be earnin’ dollars turning ’cause we mind de pon we pay.
Some got gold and oil and diamonds – all we got is Mary J.
Legalize it, time to recognise it.
So when you see the S.P. floatin’ don’t provoke him
Cause the girls we be poking have to smoking.
Best thing fi the recreation a fi get the best girls inna every nation.
All Topper girls we promotin and supportin’
And dem love how we flow king here them shouting
First class ticket invitation girls from New York, England and Jamaican.
Everyday we be burnin’ not concernin’ what nobody wanna say.
We be earnin’ dollars turning ’cause we mind de pon we pay.
Some got gold and oil and diamonds – all we got is Mary J.
Legalize it, time to recognise it.
Just gimme the gees an we be clubbin yow.
Gal a make wi please and we be thuggin’ now.
Sippin’ Hennesy an we’ll be bubblin yow.
Set we mind at ease we got to take it slow.

[Verse 1]
Stood out on the backroads
To see if you would come back
I hadn’t seen you in a little while
But I was ready to give another try

[Pre-Hook]
And someone told me that you moved to New York
When I wrote to you, you told me not to find you anymore
Is that how we gotta leave it?
‘Cause I’ll meet you anywhere you wanna go

[Hook]
We surrender our souls, but it takes more
You brought the apple juice, should I sip the yak?
Hennessy in my blood, I couldn’t let it show
Did I do the same for you, and would you hit the yak?

[Verse 2]
I tried to listen to my good sense
I tried to listen to my friend
But I wanna see you in your new life
Wanna see you standing at the city’s edge

[Pre-Hook]
And someone told me that you moved to New York
When I wrote to you, you told me not to find you anymore
Is that how we gotta leave it?
‘Cause I’ll meet you anywhere you wanna go

[Hook]
We surrender our souls, but it takes more
You brought the apple juice, should I sip the yak?
Hennessy in my blood, I couldn’t let it show
Did I do the same for you, and would you hit the yak?
We surrender our souls, but it takes more
You brought the apple juice, should I sip the yak?
Hennessy in my blood, I couldn’t let it show
Did I do the same for you, and would you hit the yak?

[Outro]
Would you hit the yak? Would you hit the yak?
Would you hit the yak? Would you hit the yak?
Would you hit the yak? Oh, would you hit the yak?

[Refrain: Phoelix]
She can’t leave her friend, her friend
She can hop right in, 3 piece for the win
Knock on four walls with a grin now

[Verse 1: Smino]
I’m from the arch
I treat my nemesis harsh
I spot a lame cross the yard
Booches be parched
No you can’t trap me with boobie
My pull out game on garage
I swear fa God
God wrote my life like a movie
I’m out here playing my part
Smeezy Segal
Right now I’m up with the law
Puffin a puffy cigar
Country as fuck
I keep a horse on my balls
I keep a horse on my balls
Leaving my mark
She heard that Smino was here
Then let me write on her walls
Cranberry drop
I heard it was good for the pussy
I heard it was good for the box
Kush in my sock
‘Cause we headed straight to the galligan
And you know 170 hot, ooohhh
Incoming call, from this lil’ freak from New York
She said, she all about the Minaj
Plus she gone bring all her barbs, she blessed
I kiss my rosary, hoping these hoes
A be cold as this jamo and soda be
My pockets on Monique
These booches all on me
I feel like I’m Professor Ogalvi

[Hook: Smino]
I been pumping this company
Lil somethin’ plump keep me company
Real niggas round in good company
Company, company, company, company
I been pumping this company
Lil somethin’ plump keep me company
Real niggas round in good company
Company, company, company, company

[Refrain: Phoelix]
She can’t leave her friend, her friend
She can hop right in, 3 piece for the win
Knock on four walls with a grin now

[Verse 2: Smino]
Company, company, company, company
Zero that company, raised all our monthlies (whoa)
More booked then kindle
Old flame want rekindle
Bitch mama said I can’t have company, so
Booked ’cause you know how lil’ Monte be, I don’t
Politic profit the policy
I honestly don’t do no ‘poligies
Inspiring, I got variety
And yo bitch want my body
I got more kicks then karate
Chris off the brown, that’s Karrueche
She callin’ me Smino papi
I feel like she chasing my D
But real niggas chasing deposits
The coupe color raspberry tea
Interior drip look like honey

[Outro: Smino]
Two thangs with me right now
(Bof’um thick)
Quit playing with me right now
(Throw some bitch)
Who sayin’ we gone run out
(No, no, no, no)
Too many niggas rapping
(They ain’t saying shit)
Dey’on like da mike
(They calvin cambridge)
Sound right alright
(I know, I know, I know)

[Chorus: Vince Staples]
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Is your house big? Is your car nice?
Is your girl fine? Fuck her all night?
Is you well paid? Are your shows packed?
If your song played, would they know that?
How the thug life? How the love life?
How the workload? Is your buzz right?
Do the trap jump? Is the plug right?
Got your head right? Boy, yeah right

[Chorus: Vince Staples]
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Pretty woman wanna slit her wrist
Pretty woman wanna be a rich man’s bitch
Pretty women want a couple kids
Pretty women want a new ass, new lips
Pretty women wanna push a Benz
Come correct and she won’t let you in
Thumbin’ through a check, she gets it in
Diamonds on your neck, is them pretend?

[Chorus: Vince Staples]
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)

[Bridge: Kućka]
Got an enemy that changes dependin’ what direction
You’re facin’
Got an enemy that tells you what block and what division
You’re placed in
You pretend to get a better idea about the lifestyle
You’re chasin’
Keep pretendin’, make it real until every cell replaced, erased

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Pop ’til it’s fakin’
Pop ’til the wrist pop
Pop ’til he shakin’
Pop like four on the floor been in rotation
No allegation
Popular demand, I understand my name is only for conversation
New York nigga be like “deadass”
L.A. nigga be like “on the dead homies”
I was off the porch like Fed-Ex
211, got bread on me
K-Dot twilight the zeitgeist
Roll like fried rice and tempura shrimp
Temporary pimp, nah, don’t remember them
Just canary yellow gem, jumping out the fuckin’ gym
Swang like new Dana Dane, I ride dirty
Paid like two Damon Wayans, retire early
Fade like shadows, corrallin’ the cattle
A bitches decision for you, is narrow
Collision, the money, and fame, the pharaoh
The physic, the chemist, the lame
Collateral for Kendrick whenever exchange
Compatible for riches with more to gain
A sad nigga? Yeah right
I don’t fair fight but I bear fight
Lookin’ for my next roadkill for the headlight
Hangin’ though my last four kills for the highlights
My life, hiii life, high five, bye, bye

[Chorus: Vince Staples]
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)

[Intro: Matt Champion]
Tugging on my pinky ring, smelling like chrysanthemum
I just want that, I just want that bump bump in my trunk
Blowing skunk, getting crunk with my baby, oh what’s up
Bump bump in my trunk
Bump bump in my trunk

[Verse 1: Merlyn Wood]
We gon’ ride ride ride, down to Mexico
You can see the bad man, I’ll come to New York [?], you can’t catch him though
You can see the bad man, [?] New York you gon catch him though
We gon’ ride white lines all the way to Mexico
Merlyn! Merlyn!

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
When this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
When this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
I’ve been trappin’ out my momma house
Dope boy money keep the water and the lights on
Spray it like it’s Lysol
Your bitch don’t like the dark so we fuckin with the lights on
I fuck her with my chains on
You the one I changed on
I just won the ghetto lottery I guess I’m hood rich
Chillin’ at the gallows smokin’ blacks with my hood bitch
You ain’t what you could be, come get on this dope dick
I sell it by the gram now tell me who you fuck with

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
When this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
When this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
Watch me watch me watch me watch me operate
I ain’t ain’t here to talk now nigga we ain’t gonna conversate
This modern terrorism, you can’t moderate
I’ve been fiendin’ time to put these demons on display
‘Cause they don’t understand, I don’t give a damn
Smoke some shit straight outta Alice in Wonderland
Brockhampton the clan, bitch I ain’t your man
Like they’re stacking just to crumble like an avalanche
This is how it stand, this is how it is
Bitch I ain’t your friend, I ain’t havin’ kids
‘Cause I know that if I’m gon’ bring em in the world
My little spawns of Satan just might take off with your fucking girl

[Bridge: Matt Champion]
Bump bump in my trunk
Bump bump bump bump bump bump in my trunk
Bump bump in my trunk
Bump bump in my trunk
Bump bump bump bump bump bump in my trunk
Bump bump in my trunk

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
When this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
When this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live

I’ve been here too long

There’s a big world out there
I wanna know how it feels
South American, begin
To the rhythm of the street

When I catch his eye
Under Brazilian sky
Body and soul will meet

[Chorus:]
We will be lovers, imagine
Dancing under a Latin moon
We will be lovers, imagine
Dancing under a Latin moon
I’m gonna be there soon
Under a Latin moon

New York winter streets
Your dream is real
Dreamboy’s far from here
Wanna know how it feels

Wanna sweep in town
See the sights and sounds
In the tropical night heat

Fire lights the sky
As I obey my eyes
Body and soul will meet

[Repeat chorus]

South American, begin
To the rhythm of the street

Fire lights the sky
As I obey my eyes
Body and soul will meet

Lovers, imagine
Dancing under a Latin moon
We will be lovers, imagine
Dancing under a Latin moon
I’m gonna be there soon
Under a Latin moon

Lovers, imagine
Dancing under a Latin moon
We will be lovers, imagine
Dancing under a Latin moon

We will be lovers, imagine
Dancing under a Latin moon
We will be lovers, imagine
Dancing under a Latin moon…

[Intro: 24hrs]
24hrs and you know it’s Hit-Boy
24 hits, 20 with your bitch

[Hook: 24hrs]
I wouldn’t mind if you stay the night
Send your first and last name for the flight
Don’t confuse me with all the hype
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
On the Instagram I see all the likes
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like

[Verse 1: 24hrs]
Shawty from the A, she in L.A
She say, "20 where the fuck we finna stay?"
Told her, "Baby, got the condo by the Staples"
I told her I’ll pick her up if she ain’t able
She said, "20 I got friends out here"
I told her I’ll send an Uber if they near
She said, "Bein’ with a broke boy is my fear"
I told her, "Baby get the fuck up out of here"
Getting money every day, what I strive
Got a bad bitch that stay in LA Liv
Baby, you should finish up your task
Me and Hit in the Wraith driving fast

[Hook: 24hrs]
I wouldn’t mind if you stay the night
Send your first and last name for the flight
Don’t confuse me with all the hype
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
On the Instagram I see all the likes
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shawty from the Bay, she in New York
She said, "Dolla when you comin’ on tour?"
Told her I’ma get a suite off 40 deuce
Don’t worry ’bout it, I’ma send the car to you
She said, "Dolla, I got friends for your man"
"I ain’t pressin’, I know you a busy man"
She said, "Bein’ with a rapper is my fear"
I said, "Baby get the fuck out of here"
Gettin’ money everyday, that’s my work
Got a bad bitch stayin’ where your spurt
Told her, "Hit me when you ready to go"
Pick you up with a fat pre roll

[Hook: 24hrs]
I wouldn’t mind if you stay the night
Send your first and last name for the flight
Don’t confuse me with all the hype
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
On the Instagram I see all the likes
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Got a bad bitch down in M.I.A
When I’m near, she let me fuck, but she don’t stay
Taught her how to suck a dick the right way
Was Backwoods but now she smokin’ paper planes
It’s Young Khalifa man, only spittin’ facts
Let her man go ’cause that nigga whack
I’m a Virgo so I don’t know how to act
You a freak so I’ma hit it from the back
Told her I was down at the Fontainebleau
Seen your friend on Snapchat, bring her through
I don’t chase no bitch, I let her choose
I don’t mix my liquor with no juice

[Hook: 24hrs]
I wouldn’t mind if you stay the night
Send your first and last name for the flight
Don’t confuse me with all the hype
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
On the Instagram I see all the likes
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like

[Outro]
What you like, what you like, what you like, what you like
What you like, what you like, what you like, what you like
What you like, what you like, what you like, what you like

Lyrics 24hrs – What you like

I wouldn’t mind if you stay the night
Send your first and last name for the flight
Don’t confuse me with all the hype
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
On the Instagram I see all the likeees
I’m your type, I know that this is what you likeee
I’m your type, I know that this is what you likeee.

Shawty from the A, she in L.A
She say, “20 where the f*ck we finna stay?”
Told her, “Baby, got the condo by the Staples”
I told her I’ll pick her up if she ain’t able
She said, “20 I got friends out here”
I told her I’ll send an Uber if they near
She said, “Bein’ with a broke boy is my fear”
I told her, “Baby get the f*ck up out of here”
Getting money every day, what I strive
Got a bad b*tch that stay in LA Liv
Baby, you should finish up your task
Me and Hit in the Wraith driving fast.

I wouldn’t mind if you stay the night
Send your first and last name for the flight
Don’t confuse me with all the hype versuri-lyrics.info
I’m your type, I know that this is what you likeee
I’m your type, I know that this is what you likeee
On the Instagram I see all the likeees
I’m your type, I know that this is what you likeee
I’m your type, I know that this is what you likeee.

Shawty from the Bay, she in New York
She said, “Dolla when you comin’ on tour?”
Told her I’ma get a suite off 40 deuce
Don’t worry ’bout it, I’ma send the car to you
She said, “Dolla, I got friends for your man”
“I ain’t pressin’, I know you a busy man”
She said, “Bein’ with a rapper is my fear”
I said, “Baby get the f*ck out of here”
Gettin’ money everyday, that’s my work
Got a bad b*tch stayin’ where your spurt
Told her, “Hit me when you ready to go”
Pick you up with a fat pre roll.

I wouldn’t mind if you stay the night
Send your first and last name for the flight
Don’t confuse me with all the hype
I’m your type, I know that this is what you likeee
I’m your type, I know that this is what you likeee
On the Instagram I see all the likeees
I’m your type, I know that this is what you likeee
I’m your type, I know that this is what you likeee.

Got a bad b*tch down in M.I.A
When I’m near, she let me f*ck, but she don’t stay
Taught her how to suck a d*ck the right way
Was Backwoods but now she smokin’ paper planes
It’s Young Khalifa man, only spittin’ facts
Let her man go ’cause that nigga whack
I’m a Virgo so I don’t know how to act
You a freak so I’ma hit it from the back
Told her I was down at the Fontainebleau
Seen your friend on Snapchat, bring her through
I don’t chase no b*tch, I let her choose
I don’t mix my liquor with no juice.

I wouldn’t mind if you stay the night
Send your first and last name for the flight
Don’t confuse me with all the hype
I’m your type, I know that this is what you likeee
I’m your type, I know that this is what you likeee
On the Instagram I see all the likeees
I’m your type, I know that this is what you likeee
I’m your type, I know that this is what you likeee.

What you likeeeee. (x12)
24hrs lyrics
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[Verse 1:]
Yeah!
Whip, whip, whip time to show the diamonds dancing (Yeah!)
Diamonds in my mouth you see me talking lavish (Right!)
We was in the church we ain’t have nobody (Yeah!)
We was in the sand and about that action (Uh!)
All my niggas in the field what ya wanna do? (Yeah!)
Work, work, work, know you niggas gettin murked (That’s right)
Yammy was the worst when he was off the percs’ (Yeah!)
Live it up for Yambroghini, now we gettin turnt (O!)
Niggarachi hit the gram with the snake pants (Yeah!)
Adidas deal got me looking like I break dance (Yeah!)
Ice bucket challenge on my chain dancing (Alright)
Rainbow wrapped around my wrist like a ace band (No!)

Whip, Whip, Whip time to show the diamonds dancing (Yeah!)
Diamonds in my mouth you see me talking lavish (Get down!)
We was in the church we ain’t have nobody (Alright)
We was in the sand and about that action (No!)
All my niggas in the fed what ya wanna do? (Yeah!)
Work, work, work, know you niggas gettin murked (Right!)
Niggas is the worst when they off the syrup (O-o)
Rest in peace to poppa Ferg
We gonn’ go berzerk (Oo!)
Please don’t get me started I’m the king of Harlem (Ye-yeah!)
I’m the king of New York
My throne is in the garden (Alright)
I’m a baller, just signed a deal with starter (Ye-yeah!)
[?] sister sister like my name is roger (Rawrr!)
Gotta get my credit up gotta get some houses (Yeah!)
I take my girl and cash out I buy her different blouses
Damn, I remember sleeping on ’em different couches (Yeah!)
And now I fly to places and I can’t pronounce it (Rawr!)
Take the henny bottle to the face and douse it (Rawr!)
Workin’ at am lookin’ stucky like I play for dolla’s (Rawr!)
Foreign chick up in my crib she said my place a palace (Rawr!)
But I never noticed that because I’m chasin’ dolla’s (Rawr!)
Whip, Whip, Whip time to show the diamonds dancing (Ye-yeah!)
Diamonds in my mouth you see me talking lavish (Right!)
We was in the church we ain’t have nobody
We was in the sand and about that action (Rawr!)
All my niggas in the field what ya wanna do? (Ye-yeah!)
Work, work, work, know you niggas gettin murked (Alright)
Put a nigga in my verge didn’t he get murked (Ye-Yeah)
Rest in peace to poppa Ferg
We gonn’ go berzerk (O!)

So cold with it protentcy of the beat is consistent
With the fact that most did it prolific not shakin’
Or stirred in da presence of those niggas herbs
They only after ya bread them fuckin’ birds
You think they like your haircut fair enough
Live your life patna guess I can keep these two cents in my pocket
And back to these underground rap dollas refused the majors
And stayed real I kept my promise rolled bamboos in the Bahamas
Mama it’s either that or them strawberry colidas X-box web browser
Download or updated N.B.A. roster play?
Two game season condo full of snacks spitta not leavin’ off
Brand motherfuckas odd numba’ you are not even on my level
Write that sickness my ink pen sneezin yancy thigpin
Can’t catch me sleepin’ you ear hustlin muthafucka
And I’m eatin’ creepin’ with my side
Bitch hope I don’t get caught cheatin’ New Orleans
Dis morning new york in this evening squintin’
They eyes and shit they can’t see him fly in the house
Buzzin’ them bugs can’t be him eligible letters in my leger
They can’t read him smilin’ money pilin’ I’m cheesin’ odometer
Broken I ain’t know that I was speedin’ fast livin’ slow gin for these bitches
I got that game from my Pittsburgh niggas ? V Diablo 96 ? Daniel son crane kick

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yah…Lames catch feelings, we catch flights, Ugh, Jet Life, Jet Life
Race cars and weed jars

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, I got a style for every bump in your face
Grease ball ass nigga, Pontiac judge, open and shut case
You know, I’m bow tied till I die, though I made an exception for the ’69
So quick off the line
Coin double side, no matter what, we heads up
We in the yard, tell your dogs they should be aware of us
We break it off, like an engagement gone bad
I fill your jaccuzi with them groupies make it a bird bath, miss me?
No you didn’t bitch, with that bullshit, miss me
Tryna claim Spitta name, tyrna be Ms. Me
All of that, kicks to me, silly rabbit trickery
You only around because my spot is where you wish to be
Hope to catch me sleepin’ by being freaky but baby girl
Let me be the first to say it’s not that easy
I wasn’t born yesterday, nor later on that evening
Just had to get that out the way and make the playin’ field even

[Chorus x2: Curren$y]
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, ski dooo doo dooo doo

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
And the view from the rockin’ chair improves
But I’ve yet to see a team fuckin’ with the crew
Near fall, I saw it all, wide frame
Everything with wings ain’t a plane man
Indo get rolled up like car windows
Avoiding the police man, them car Winslows
The wind blow in change, and I am not mad
Old garbage bag rappers need to find a style fast
Its written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan
Survive rough land, cactus plants growin’ in desert sands
Alive I stand, left for dead, though a nigga didn’t die
I got highed up so I could autograph the sky

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, ski dooo doo dooo doo

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Yeah, Shalah, Louis rich
Definitely dressed down and everybody here know it
Yo, a snow white Aston on the ground with a poet
Louis the kid, who told you to come to the crib
Threw a bag in your lap and told you don’t blow the kids
We milled up, actually my flowin’ is real tough
Sport these gazelles, faded leather on real rough
Bank account, don’t even question
Spent all my money last year buyin’ shit investments
Marvelous, gangsta, New York nigga, make me sick
Rather screw honeys who ain’t cuffin’
All my life, six black kids stolen right from kick dice
And strip you and slice you
So listen young niggas, I’m a give you some jewels quick
Don’t ever rat your friends out, you stand in a pool of shit
Lookin like a crab ass faggot
Sooner or later them boys that was hating on you got the ratchets

On the LA river
On the LA river
I know it’s familiar
But tell me why you wanna stay in New York
Why you wanna stay in New York
But you don’t know anyone
And you can’t find the right chord
On the LA river
On the LA river
Come on, come on, come on
On the LA river

[Verse 1]
Tell me something, tell me something
You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do
I need something, so tell me something new
Choose your words ’cause there’s no antidote
For this curse or what’s it waiting for
Must desert you just before you go

[Chorus]
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

[Verse 2]
Brooklyn saw me, empty avenues
There’s no water inside this swimming pool
Almost over, that’s enough from you
I’ve been praying, I never did before
Understand I’m talking to the walls
And I’ve been praying ever since New York

[Chorus]
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone’s moving
I can feel the heat but it’s soothing, heading down
I search for the beat in this dirty town (downtown)
The young ones are going
(Downtown) the young ones are growing
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights, the music gets faster
Look, boy, don’t check on your watch, not another glance
I’m not leaving now, honey, not a chance
Hot-shot, give me no problems
Much later, baby, you’ll be saying nevermind
You know life is cruel, life is never kind (kind hearts)
Don’t make a new story
(Kind hearts) don’t grab any glory
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
La la la la-la la-a
La la la la-la la, sing!
La la la la-la la-a
La la la la-la la
Come closer, honey, that’s better
Got to get a brand-new experience, feeling right
Oh, don’t try to stop, baby, hold me tight
Outside a new day is dawning
Outside suburbia’s sprawling everywhere
I don’t want to go, baby
New York to east California
There’s a new wave coming, I warn ya
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody lives for the music-go-round
La la la la-la la-a
La la la la-la la, sing!
La la la la-la la-a
La la la la-la la
We’re the kids
We’re the kids
We’re the kids in America
We’re the kids
We’re the kids
We’re the kids in America
We’re the kids
We’re the kids
We’re the kids in America

Tell me something, tell me something
You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do
I need something, so tell me something new
Choose your words ’cause there’s no antidote
For this curse or what’s in waiting for
Must desert you just before you go

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know…
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know…

Brooklyn saw me, empty avenues
There’s no water inside this swimming pool
Almost over, that’s enough from you
I’ve been praying, I never did before
Understand I’m talking to the walls
And I’ve been praying ever since New York

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aight?
Yo, this is going out to my main man Aja yo the translator, yo
Yo, I’m recording this in Tokyo with an engineer that don’t speak english y’know what I’m saying?
And gotta catch a train that shuts down in ten minutes, y’know what I’m saying?
We gonna get it right though

[Verse 1]
Sand is making art again, pardon him
He’ll relieve himself on any lawn that needs watering
That’s how come the DJs give him ads ad nauseum
Cause it that gardening
He’ll get it popping in the UK Parliament
He’ll get it popping like the kumite tournament
He’ll get it popping like all the guys in Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
He’ll leave you hanging like a holiday ornament (holy shit)
Name all in your mouth like it was Poligrip
Now the kid is sicker than his azazel with a nasal drip and ain’t a bit
Nervous at your service motherfuckers, free the slaves to save the union, move some units keep it moving like a trucker
Out in Brooklyn I’ll be looking at the clouds, New York’s dead
Out in Brooklyn I’ll be looking at the clowns, there be crowds of them homie there be droves of them, loads of them
But you know something? Yo, I don’t even mind I just put it in a rhyme ’cause they rhyme
Predecessor to the iPhone
Was a eye for a eye
All the glory be to God so I god glorify
The cornea of the storm and end a story going hahaha
No L-O-L, lift you like a kettlebell, word to mother chocolate covered caramel
I will tell the devil he can go to hell before I take an L
Go for dolo, take a photo and I can flow like Quasimoto
Ring the bell that’s why I hold it the belt
Bald and bearded kind of build
Quick to lace a doubter with a cow to milk
Plus I got a goddess i protect from getting hurt or getting killed, not only that but if I was Scottish I would probably rock a kilt
Most slept on, but i’ll fluff your pillow for a half a mil’
I might just pick a weeping willow or a daffodil
But wait i need to take a pill to chill
And I never say lit or swag or trill
Not the type to drop a body in a landfill
More the type you might find partying to Johnny Gill
When I was two months old my uncle taught me how to grill
Then nicknamed me ‘The Carpenter’ ’cause I knew how to build
First so was the Legos then it was with Play-Doh
People said that’s dangerous in the cradle, really what do they know?
The boner made of caramel part sweet potato
Owner of the parallel parked winnebago