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Sprite Lee – Villain Lyrics

[Intro]
They tryna paint me a villain
I don't give a f*ck bout no image
Runo
They tryna paint me a villain
Are you kidding?
LMC
Do you get it?

[Chorus]
Ayy, they tryna paint me a villain (uh)
I’m at the top of the building (uh)
I'm in the game, they ain't scrimmage
I rock the Off White like a privilege
I don’t give a f*ck bout a motherf*ckin' image
I may ATL but I ain't at Lenox
I ain't no dad, but Dior my children
I made her come out, I'm in it to win it
I can't even go and call you bro
I'm heatin' up, I want all the smoke
I’ve been gettin’ it from the bad bitch
And I'm really switchin to my heart and soul
I’m in the field like a linebacker
And I made my opps call a ?
I need a bitch like Kim K (yeah)
I made that shit Kim possible (oh)
[Verse]
I made her slide from the dm's (dm)
Y'all niggas don't even got dm (ayy)
Might as well CarpeDiem
I know I got some opps, I never seen em
I gotta 20 dollars worth of dimes
That’s like 200 bitches down to ride
That's like 200 motherf*ckin vibes
I'm on this earth, I'm in the skies
I had to whip that lil bitch, I'ma crash (ayy)
I cannot f*ck with you lame niggas if you ain't even poppin no tags (ayy)
I was listening to future, I was ready reminiscing bout my past (oh)

I want some cash
I hit it once and I put that p*ssy on the map
Baby you wanna feel it, that's some queens
Ain't no Latifah, baby get high like a Carolina Reaper
Made her feel like the Regal
I already feel like a beetle, I'm on something with that diva (ooh)
Everyday's in it, get cheaper
I put on g face hoe with beater
I'm in that Audi, New York, like I'm cheetah
I'm finna pop like I live in Korea

[Chorus]
Ayy, they tryna paint me a villain (uh)
I'm at the top of the building (uh)
I'm in the game, they ain't scrimmage
I rock the Off White like a privilege
I don't give a f*ck bout a motherf*ckin' image
I may ATL but I ain't at Lenox
I ain't no dad, but Dior my children
I made her come out, I'm in it to win it
I can't even go and call you bro
I'm heatin' up, I want all the smoke
I've been gettin' it from the bad bitch
And I'm really switchin to my heart and soul
I'm in the field like a linebacker
And I made my opps call a ?
I need a bitch like Kim K (yeah)
I made that shit Kim possible (oh)
[Outro]
Off that deep end
I been thinkin' I'm sinkin'
I been linkin', all these Cuban links
All these bitches, they all up in my iPhone
All these hoe, they only gon' die slow
[?]
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TSR Positive Images: 2 Chainz Uses Escobar Restaurant To Feed The Homeless Instead Of Opening Restaurant

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TSR Positive Images: 2 Chainz Uses Escobar Restaurant To Feed The Homeless Instead Of Opening Restaurant
by LaJanee@theshaderoom.comApril 27th, 2020
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Rapper #2Chainz decided to feed the homeless at his Escobar & Tapas Restaurant, in Atlanta.

This comes days after reports surfaced that the ATL native was going to open his restaurant locations for dine-in services after Governor Kemp gave the go ahead for certain businesses to reopen. 2 Chainz later denied those claims.

After feeding the homeless, the staff drove around Metro-Atlanta to different low-income and homeless areas and dropped off meals.

“With the city reopening, we wanted to make sure we focused on who and what’s important to the city of Atlanta, the community, the people,” said Dillard and 2 Chainz in a joint statement.

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TSR Staff: La’Janeé @_lajanee_ _________________________________ #TSRPositiveImages: Rapper #2Chainz decided to feed the homeless at his Escobar & Tapas Restaurant, in Atlanta. _________________________________ This comes days after reports surfaced that the ATL native was going to open his restaurant locations for dine-in services after Governor Kemp gave the go ahead for certain businesses to reopen. 2 Chainz later denied those claims. _________________________________ After feeding the homeless, the staff drove around Metro-Atlanta to different low-income and homeless areas and dropped off meals. “With the city reopening, we wanted to make sure we focused on who and what’s important to the city of Atlanta, the community, the people,” said Dillard and 2 Chainz in a joint statement. _________________________________ Recently,—read more at theshaderoom.com

A post shared by The Shade Room (@theshaderoom) on Apr 27, 2020 at 6:10pm PDT

Recently, 2Chainz also donated meals to medical workers who were on the frontline.

Mayor Keisha Bottoms has expressed her concern with reopening the state. In an interview she stated,
“I saw the announcement watching Channel 2 like the rest of Georgia. I didn’t know it was coming and obviously the governor is the governor and he certainly has the prerogative to make orders that he deems appropriate. He did not consult with me. I don’t know what the reasoning and data that the governor used to make this decision was, because I have not spoken with him, but I did not know in advance.”

She continued,
“The governor and I have traditionally had a very good working relationship so with all due respect I can say I don’t agree with this order. But again, I don’t know what the governor is basing this on. To the extent that we’ve had any success with numbers, I would venture to say it’s because we’ve been very aggressive in the actions that we’ve taken. What I know is that we still are not testing asymptomatic and people with mild symptoms, so I don’t think we have a very clear picture of what our real numbers are.”

As previously reported, prominent figures such as T.I. and Killer Mike have expressed their concerns about reopening the state.

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Go Yayo – Say Hoe Lyrics

Say hoe
You don’t want no problem bitch you know I let that k go
Ridin in that rari bitch you know I got my draco
I’m in ATL it’s time to take a trip to clayco
Coolin with my slime nigga playing we gon spray hoe
2 deep me and slick niggas knowing that we with it
Bitch it’s ABK know that anybody can get it
You know I’m a boss bitch whatever that I say go
Riding with that chopper nigga spray yo shit like maaco
I was 15 we was trapping out a vaco
I was 17 in the store with a bankroll
Dunking pints of lean po’ a fo’ in a faygo
Gotta keep the case closed we got case load

Say hoe
You don’t want no problem bitch you know I keep that stick on me King of my city bitch you know that I’m big homie
Pussy nigga mad at my show had his bitch on me
Pulling out my dick now you bitch wanna sit on it
I don’t trust no bitch all these scandos yea they greasy
I ain’t giving shit to no hoe cuz they too easy
White bitch on me got me feeling like I’m yeezy
Smash her with my homie yea you know that’s how we be
Nut all in her eye now she can’t see just call her Stevie
f**k her all morning kick her out just by the evening
I told her it was real I guess that hoe didn’t believe me
Hoodfame USA but now I want the world bitch I’m greedy

Future – Tricks on Me Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Just got a call from my mom
Tellin’ me what the lawyer was sayin’
About the lawsuit
I thought they had had that down, yeah

[Verse 1]
Big money shit, baby, I just bought a new six, baby
Flintstone in my ears, pissed on my wrist, baby
This song just mutilated, everything decapitated
Deep on new relations, just gotta be brand related
Ain’t no sellin’ out, no tradin’, so you gotta be gang related
Pop stylin’ this shit for my shottas incarcerated
Rockstar this shit, a street star, I stay in Quentin
Pop stylin’ this shit, how you get the high maintenance one?
How she gon’ take my love and give it away like it ain’t nothin’ to her?
How you gon’ judge my plugs, not take what I never did off of me?
Hawaiian surfin’ on the thick one to the PJ
I can just imagine the pain on Bankroll PJ
Murder murder, broad day, I got tears, I can’t let ’em out
I can’t take it, I can’t take it no more, I’m ’bout to spaz out
I’m good on deposits but I gotta have a stash house
I see you bein’ greedy and I gotta work my ass off
I chief on gas house, until I pass out
Rollin’ in a Phantom, came with an umbrella
Survive the trenches, it’s on me the day I walk through it
Here done came Pluto, I’ma drip all through it (Icy)
I was lettin’ the shit I can’t control destroy me
It was goin’ too deep for you, baby, pardon me
I tried to treat that shit just like a party
I’ma feel weak if I tell you sorry

[Pre-Chorus]
Gotta be a genius, gotta be extraordinary
Gotta plant seeds, nigga, like a florist
I’m Future Hendrix but I’m not a guitarist
I could’ve be starvin’, I’m fortunate

[Chorus]
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me
Could it be my ex playin’ tricks on me?
Someone that’s jealous playin’ tricks on me
Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
iPad high maintenance, everything’s unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing’s got temporary

[Verse 2]
Rockstar in this shit, like a popstar in this shit, yeah
Tryna forget the way they did to Bankroll Fresh, gettin’ harder
Seen his son at my little boy birthday party, it was harder
The streets of the ATL don’t respect nothin’ but shottas
Had to look the other way, could be the other way
Hit Yung Mazi up, that was in the broad day
I popped two Xans and I been sleep all day
(Let’s go, let’s go)

[Pre-Chorus]
I was lettin’ the shit I can’t control destroy me
Everything’s too deep for you, my nigga, pardon me
I’m Future Hendrix but I’m not a guitarist (Super)
I could’ve be starvin’, I’m fortunate

[Chorus]
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me (I’m so fuckin’ hurt)
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me (Maybe my mind)
Could it be my ex playin’ tricks on me?
Someone that’s jealous playin’ tricks on me (Someone that’s jealous, I know, I know)
Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
iPad high maintenance, everything’s unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing’s got temporary

OBLADAET – FASHION TV (feat. ATL) lyrics

[Припев: OBLADAET]
Давно не виделись, но ты нашёл повод
Спросил, что нового, да я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, во всем новом
Я во всем новом, слышишь, во всем новом

[Куплет 1: OBLADAET]
У тебя свой взгляд? Тебя не спросили
Мы живём красиво: мы в России
Молюсь за культуру, Господь, спаси нас
Всем нужна пара, мне от Raf Simons
И дай стимул забраться наверх, будто Годзилла, мне под силу
Я сверхчеловек, тело в пластинах, да и просто классный, будто Барт Симпсон
У меня нет слов
Ты без билетов, но знай своё место
Монохром на теле – это дресскод
И мне не грустно – это стресс, бро
У вас нет вкуса, понятно с виду
Не шмот от Kanye – это рваный свитер
Куда заплыл ты, уже столько литров
Я поднял планку – танцуем лимбо
Всегда на чистом
Какие чувства? Вся суть в числах
Я надел черное и все чинно
Как одел черного Рубчинский
Это город мостов
Попал на развод, и не скоро восход
Твое сердце в пятки, будто Comme Des Garcons
А я глас народа, будто главный масон
Уже в горле комом
Сбежал будто Бэйн и мой город Готэм
Я сплю днем, пока вы по работам
Она хочет мой альбом, флоу – феромоны
Куш нам сулит, кэш на цепи
На мне новые Yohji – фреш нацепил
Я каждый день вижу фэшн убийства
Но без ящика – это Fashion TV

[Припев: OBLADAET]
Давно не виделись, но ты нашёл повод
Спросил, что нового, да я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, я во – я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, во всем новом
Давно не виделись, но ты нашёл повод
Спросил, что нового, да я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, я во – я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, во всем новом

[Куплет 2: ATL]
Зубной щетки ворс вотри в подошвы чётеньких Y-3
Мой кислотный дом как bad trip, хули нам твой брэнд – это понты
Снова белоснежный белый-белый дым так приятно втащит тебе под дых
Отражаем свет, как 3M, в зрачках шире черной дыры
В темных тонах тут сечём мы – “Ночной дозор” с откидным мечом
Нам души вряд ли освятит свечой, но оставаться белым во всём черном
Мы Code Red’им, и тихо-тихо так в полубреде я дико-дико дам
Свой куплетик, KarmaKoma.com, и точка
Ребята слагают стихи в полголоса и чертят Adidas’а полосы
Дабы навечно оставаться в тонусе, чертят Adidas’а полосы
Бонусы, бонусы, бонусы, за этот трэш
Доспехи Бога блеснут на солнце, хищный Lacoste прикроет плешь
А ты посмотри, как стильно я не брит, почувствуй, как стильно я вонюч
Как завещал мне Laser B, здесь все умрут, а я изумруд
И вы мрёте так стильно: Suicide Mouse тут как тут
И как ни крути, но здесь все умрут, а я изумруд

Jhené Aiko Halts Atlanta Concert Due To Fans Seizure

Jhené Aiko halts her concert in Atlanta last night after a fan suffered a seizure.

The R&b singer was performing at the Buckhead Theatre in Atlanta on Monday night when one fan in the audience started having a seizure. She was on the verge of performing her single “Bed Peace” when the situation started in the crowd. She then told her production crew to cut the music so that the fan can get medical help. “We gotta make sure everybody is safe and that we’re good in here,” she said. “Make way for a medic.”

You can see in the footage below medics moving the fan to the back of the venue to further administered medical help. After feeling good that the female fan is getting the help that she needed, Jhené Aiko then finishes the show. “I want to make sure everyone is safe,” she said, before warning fans that the lighting can sometimes trigger seizure attacks.

Aiko also thanked her fans on Twitter following a well received performance. “Thank you to everyone in ATL who came out to the #FordFrontRow @billboard event i appreciate all of the positive energy u guys were giving,” she tweeted, while adding, “Sending healing light to the young lady who got sick at the show… if any of her friends or fam can give me an update i’d appreciate it!”

Jhene Aiko released her new album “Trip” last Friday with Swae Lee and her boyfriend Big Sean being among the guest feature.

thank you to everyone in ATL who came out to the #FordFrontRow @billboard event ? i appreciate all of the positive energy u guys were giving

— Penny (@JheneAiko) September 26, 2017

sending healing light to the young lady who got sick at the show… if any of her friends or fam can give me an update i'd appreciate it! ?

— Penny (@JheneAiko) September 26, 2017

Do no wrong – Hustle Gang feat. T.I. lyrics

Lyrics Hustle Gang – Do no wrong

Do no wrong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, yeah no matter how you .. it, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go and ask the city for the song
Me and my kin do no wrooong, do no wrooong.

I just recreate it when I’m on, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sat back and contemplate it, when I’m on, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just did this s**t how I want
The only way I knew that, was when I’m on, yeah, yeah, yeah
Scan off with the latest
Pool party with the A-list
Feeling so innovative
Breaking bread with .. faces
Surrounded by all my day ones, only way that I feel the safest
Alexander MCqueen, .., no laces
I’m picking up the tab, quick payment
I’m tryna make it out of the basement
Another headshot for a racist
A bad thot running ’round the bases
.. ain’t save her
.. joined .. , could you blame her?
How we livin’ changing
It ain’t been same since .. came in.

Do no wrong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, yeah no matter how you .. it, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong versuri-lyrics.info
Me and my kin do no wrooong (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go and ask the city for the song
Me and my kin do no wrooong, do no wrooong.

Yeah, uh, tryna roll me up a M
Tell the b***h, give me a backwood
Tryna get a little head
Ooh, ooh, ooh, that’ good
You want war with Dro, you gotta .. me tho
13 h**s in my ratio
All I want is Felacio (That’s head)
Hoe sit down, ..
Top 5 and I’m not dead
Drop head in this drop ..
I ain’t pimping, bih excuse me
Hoe, you must’ve been mislead (Hold up)
While i’m sipping this ..
Switch shirts ’till I ..
You smoke too much, give my blunt back (Give it)
ATL, we won’t stand that
Your b***h bad, we extend that (F**k her)
Pipe a .., we extend that
We gon’ drag the hoe up and down, side to side and front to back
Walk around with them Louis on
Bryce, get your boy groupie home
Tech .. out with that cooler on me
Bow bow, get it moving homie.

Hold up, hold up, turn up and .., turn up and ..
Turn up and .., turn up and ..
Ain’t nun’ but exotics, ain’t nun’ but exotics
Guns in my palace, guns in my palace
Nothin’ but hundreds, nothin’ but hundreds and thousands, I stack it
Ten thousand, I stack it and holler my gunner
Holler my gunner, stay on automatic, stay on automatic
But we don’t give no damn, don’t give no damn
Don’t give no f**k, don’t give no f**k
Pull up on your block, pull up on your block
And wet that hoe up, and wet that hoe up
In a new Bentley truck, a new Bentley truck
Pocket full of that .., full of that ..
Soon as I pull up, your hoe wanna give me her number
Dropping the top on my dawn (Yeah)
Look like we dead in the summer
Long live Peanut Da Don
We come from the trenches, the gutter
Yeah, another shoutout to my brother
Making a sucker take cover
Quarter million, we stuff in the duffel
We can’t do no wrooong, ’cause they love us
The city, they love us, for real.

Trinidad James – Di$respectful

[Verse: Trinidad James]
Issues happen just like every day
Bitches want a bigger pay
Never been a tricking type of nigga so baby girl you gone have to wait
Baby girl you going to have to wait [x2]
Wait to get your hair did
Wait to get you them titties done
Buy the bitch a brand new car
Grateful bitch want another one
I, not the nigga bitch watch how you talk to me
I’m not the nigga
If we not fucking or texting please do not bother me
My hair to long to go for that
My dick to good to go for that
They made me ask a bitch to ask a bitch who the fuck you barking at (Woof!)
All my bitches forking at
Pussy Snatcher biting back
She is known to get you for your cash
Then she get you for your cash
Trinidad a wicked man
Wikipedia next to dad
In the dictionary next to PIMP!
Encyclopedia by God!
Get that nigga out your momma crib
Go in stiffing your momma’s ribs
Giving Giving her the Boom Boom right in front of all your momma kids
She give Back to me Boom Boom Boomshakalaka on a nigga dick
Rollie screaming out how you doing
Pinky ring screaming Hallelujah
Yeezy cost a couple thousand couldn’t fit em but a nigga just had to do it
Who the fuck you think I am [x2]
A scary nigga, scary nigga
Where the fuck you think I’m from
T&T to ATL
I got the key to give em hell
Its the deacon church ring the bells
Bring my Lucci wish me well
Hope you make it, hope you fail
Hope you need em, Hope you beg
Hope you never go Wayyy up! on a nigga
Hope a nigga get Sprayyed up or they get em
Cause all these niggas snitching mane
And all the bitches too
And all these lame niggas cool now
Cause the tax scam came through
And all these bitches popping now
Cause they ass shots got em cute
I ain’t sucking with none of you niggas
I ain’t dealing with none of you bitches
Stop expecting shit, respect my shit
Disrespect my shit, I split your shit
Go to jail pay the bail
Get back out a realer nigga
And an OG tricked with Louis Gloves
Dabbing at your hoe
On my move in the living room, baby daddy at the door
Bust a nut out the back door he ain’t even know it
Your baby momma is a porn star nigga we ain’t even show it
(Dad! Dad!)
Your baby momma is a porn star nigga we ain’t even show it
(Damn! Dad!)

2 Chainz – It’s A Vibe (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Trey Songz & Jhené Aiko)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, hahaha
Yeah, ooh
Yah

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Trey Songz]
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, uh (that’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
It’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Oh that’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Oh it’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe, that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, that’s a vibe
She wanna vibe
That’s a vibe
This shit vibe, yeah, yeah
Late night
Oh it’s a vibe
Let me slide
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
Dim the lights
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah
Get high
It’s a vibe, oh it’s a vibe, yeah

[Verse 2: Trey Songz & 2 Chainz]
It’s a vibe
Don’t you like?
Your pussy drippin’
Gushin’, drippin’ down your thighs
It’s a vibe
Get high
Diggin’ deep while I’m lookin’ in your eyes
Vibe is the realest
I know you feel it (yah)
It’s a vibe (vibe)
Different vibe
This my vibe, nigga
All the bitches like it

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Okay, so I got the ambiance just where I want it (yeah)
And if you get paid, it’s solely based on your performance (TRU)
My ego is enormous like my crib in California (hmm)
If you ain’t got no heart, man you gonna need a donor
Now I said I’m from the corner of the ATL (yah)
Where we got that clientele, avoid paper trails (right)
Broke so many bales down that I’m shell shocked (bow)
I held Glocks, sold rocks by the mailbox (ooh)
Got a vibe, make a young chick turn her neck (alright)
Got a vibe, make a cougar wanna spend a check (check)
Got a vibe, make an Asian want hibachi (hibachi)
Got a vibe, make Italian want Versace (Versace)
Carbon copies get declined, I’m the pioneer
Beat that pussy up, I need riot gear
Any volunteers?
Gas in a Ziploc, now that’s loud and clear
This one outta here, this is our year

[Verse 4: Jhené Aiko]
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Oh that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe
Am I your type?
Pussy tight
Maybe I’ll spend the night, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
Bust it, bust it wide
This the type of shit I like, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe, yeah, yeah, yeah

2 CHAINZ – It’s A Vibe lyrics

Yeah, hahaha
Yeah, ooh
Yah

That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, uh (that’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
It’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Oh that’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Oh it’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe, that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, that’s a vibe
She wanna vibe
That’s a vibe
This shit vibe, yeah, yeah
Late night
Oh it’s a vibe
Let me slide
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
Dim the lights
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah
Get high
It’s a vibe, oh it’s a vibe, yeah

It’s a vibe
Don’t you like?
Your pussy drippin’
Gushin’, drippin’ down your thighs
It’s a vibe
Get high
Diggin’ deep while I’m lookin’ in your eyes
Vibe is the realest
I know you feel it (yah)
It’s a vibe (vibe)
Different vibe
This my vibe, nigga
All the bitches like it

Okay, so I got the ambiance just where I want it (yeah)
And if you get paid, it’s solely based on your performance (tru)
My ego is enormous like my crib in California (hmm)
If you ain’t got no heart, man you gonna need a donor
Now I said I’m from the corner of the ATL (yah)
Where we got that clientele, avoid paper trails (right)
Broke so many bales down that I’m shell shocked (bow)
A hell Glock, sold rocks by the mailbox (ooh)
Still got a vibe, make a young chick turn her neck (alright)
Got a vibe, make a cougar wanna spend a check (check)
Got a vibe, make an Asian want hibachi (hibachi)
Got a vibe, Italian want Versace (Versace)
Carbon copies get declined, I’m the pioneer
Beat that pussy up, I need riot gear
Any volunteers?
Gas in a Ziploc, now that’s loud and clear
This one outta here
This is our year

That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Oh that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe
Am I your type?
Pussy tight
Maybe I’ll spend the night, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
Bust it, bust it wide
This the type of shit I like, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe, yeah, yeah, yeah

2 Chainz – It’s A Vibe (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Trey Songz & Jhene Aiko)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, hahaha
Yeah, ooh
Yah

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Okay, so I got the ambiance just where I want it (yeah)
And if you get paid, it’s solely based on your performance (tru)
My ego is enormous like my crib in California (hmm)
If you ain’t got no heart, man you gonna need a donor
Now I said I’m from the corner of the ATL (yah)
Where we got that clientele, avoid paper trails (right)
Broke so many bales down that I’m shell shocked (bow)
A hell Glock, sold rocks by the mailbox (ooh)
Still got a vibe, make a young chick turn her neck (alright)
Got a vibe, make a cougar wanna spend a check (check)
Got a vibe, make an Asian want hibachi (hibachi)
Got a vibe, Italian want Versace (Versace)
Carbon copies get declined, I’m the pioneer
Beat that pussy up, I need riot gear
Any volunteers?
Gas in a Ziploc, now that’s loud and clear
This one outta here
This is our year

Scotty ATL – Top Drop (feat. Curren$y) (Smokin On My Own Strain Mixtape)

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
In and out of lanes dripping drops of paint
Cheeseballs, Dana Dane’s, smoking my own strain
Some of the trillest in the game who still remain
Mentally independent the last lyricist the original track flippers
The booth was in the bathroom, front room where the homies engineered
Your friends couldn’t talk until your rap was through
What you know about, going in for the win, going all the way out
I done unlocked the fence, and I let the dogs out
Some squares tucking they broads now, don’t want to lose your world
After investing so much, but they belong to the game don’t none of ’em belong to us
I had a couple rolled up when I rolled up
Rolex out the window of a super sport Nova
I did a burnout it look like the tires exploded
I’m holding, but that’s like everyday if you know me

[Verse 2: Scotty ATL]
Window down, top drop
Nigga gon’ get my guap
In and out of traffic like a nigga playing hopscotch
Tryna make the block rock, tryna find the soft spot
In my heart too much pain, crying on my guap like
Tears of joy, damn I’m proud of myself
Came out the motherfucking mud, that’s my cellphone
Checks, Cool Club, lames get no love
What you saying lil homie?
I kiss my cross for my dead lil homie
Saw a shooting star yesterday, felt God was speaking
Walk in the bank with that bag, the reefer wreaking
Had to let my nuts hang a little, new territory
Was scared for me, momma I made it
Went from spam in the can, to sea bass on plates
30 minutes in the dealership, new paper plates
My windows down, my wheels rolling like skates
ATL, New Orleans, straight drop, we pushing Wraiths

Scotty ATL – Top Drop (feat. Curren$Y)

Chris Brown – Party Lyrics

[Intro: Usher & Chris Brown]
Oh, hey
Yeah, it’s Breezy
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Bitches dancin’ naked in my livin’ room
She straight out of college, just turned 22
Girl, get your money up, I ain’t even mad at you
Got you all on me, makin’ these niggas catchin’ attitudes
Tell ’em don’t start it, my niggas retarded
Fuck the judge and the sentence, huh, I got a good lawyer
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain’t leavin’
It’s my birthday with the cake, fuck it up, then let me eat it

[Verse 2: Usher]
Yeah, I just got the ring, I think I deserve a toast
Shout out to my team, we be out there doin’ the most
Girl, come to my place, but don’t bring no clothes
Let’s be dirty babe, baby, drop it low
Pop rubber bands all on her ass, baby be hittin’ the weakness
All in the back, dishin’ the cash, make me if you need it
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain’t leavin’
It’s my birthday with the cake, lick it all, let me eat it

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s party, party, party like a nigga just got out of jail
Flyin’ in my ‘rari like a bat that just flew outta hell
I’m from the east of ATL, but ballin’ in the Cali hills
Lil mama booty boomin’, that bitch movin’ and she standin’ still
I know these bitches choosin’ me, but I got 80 on me still
I’m tryna fuck, who tryna chill? ‘Cause I’m just tryna pay some bills
I’m multi millionare LaFlare, just watch it, cost a quarter M
Just look at me and look at them, I smashed her on my first attempt
Like Scarface bitch, the world is mine, you should read the blimp
So either you gon’ take a ride, or you gon’ stay with him
‘Cause I got places I can be, I get yo ass on the scene
Gucci, CB VIP, so fuck them niggas, look at me, Wop

Chris Brown – Party (feat. Gucci Mane & Usher)

A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Intro: Q-Tip]
Yeah, Phife—for your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born
Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that bad ass
Just for running through their lawn
Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ
And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik
Now give him hope, give him care
Raise him while his grandma there
Watch out momma, if you stare
Light brown eyes’ll keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spats and shits and ematically documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out
Gave grace face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn

[Chorus: Cat]
Have you ever loved somebody?
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you got to dream?
(Bow wow, woof woof)
No more crying, he’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would be ever writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone
So, so beautiful, opined indisputable
Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs
Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak

[Chorus]
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more cry

[Guitar Solo: Jack White]

A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody Lyrics

[Intro: Q-Tip]
Yeah, Phife—for your life

[Chorus: Cat]
Have you ever loved somebody?
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you got to dream?
(Bow wow, woof woof)
No more crying, he’s in sunshine

[Guitar Solo: Jack White]

A Tribe Called Quest – Ego Lyrics

[Intro: Q-Tip]
Yeah, Phife—for your life

[Chorus: Cat]
Have you ever loved somebody?
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you got to dream?
(Bow wow, woof woof)
No more crying, he’s in sunshine

[Guitar Solo: Jack White]

A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody

[Intro]
Yea, Phife
For your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be gone
That’s the place left for dead, and cities end up war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that ass just for running through their lawn
Watch that shallow shallow man walk
Trinidadian love sprout into the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, the silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would enploy
And before he even squeaks it’s decided it’s Malik
Now, give him hope, give him care, raise him while his grandma there
Watch out mama, if you stare, live wide eyes will keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fist
Sometimes overbearing, though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spastic shit and cinematic we documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times, fight it out
Made race face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out
Damn

[Chorus]
Have you ever
Lost somebody
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you
(Bow wow, woof woof)
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would ever be writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know [?]
Soul so beautiful, [?] indisputable
Heart of the largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took the grip to Granny’s house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans leak, I’s never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue upstairs
Mailbox, bears, all our rhymes was never there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I’mma flash forward, well took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
Standing on the side of black, Malik Izaak

[Chorus]
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine
He’s alright now
See his wings
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine
He’s alright now
See his wings
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine
He’s alright now
See his wings
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying

[Break]

[Guitar solo: Jack White]

October 11, 2016

Davido – Return

[Verse 1]
She say she wanna look a different guy, that she tired of them guys way
They misuse her, when they cheat, when they beat and they scratch her, (beat and they scratch her) yes!
She say she wanna look for a guy like me
And, I’m gonna be that perfect person for her, forever, and

[Chorus]
And, the way that she put it on me
Oju nkan mi, oju nkan mi o
And, I’m ready to give you my love
And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
[Verse 2]
E ba mi wi, e ba mi wi, e ba mi so
I swear, she be, the finest girl I ever saw
I wanto be, the one to catch you when you fall
Oh baby me, I go take you round to show you world
You go receive all the money, no deceiving
This your body, you be real-earner, believe me
O mo’yan ni? I go take you to my city
Choose one, ATL or LasGidi

[Hook]
Baby, give me more, ara mi wa l’ona o
Bo nse se mi .. Omo, ko de ye mi a oo
Ehh! Megbele o, ke se pele-pele o
Nitori, Oluwa la’labaro mi

[Verse 3]
Ojo to ro l’ale ana yen, o mu’nu mi dun oo, aah-ahn ehh
Ire wo’le wa, e je te’wo gb’ope mi oo, na-na-na, na-na-na ehh
Ojojumo l’ago n’dun, the alert is here, my baby
E ba mi wa’omo to fresh, omo to dun, omo to gba’yi oo

[Hook]
Baby, give me more, ara mi wa l’ona o
Bo nse se mi .. Omo, ko de ye mi a oo
Ehh! Megbele o, ke se pele-pele o
Nitori, Oluwa la’labaro mi

October 10, 2016

Davido – Return Lyrics

[Hook]
Baby, give me more, ara mi wa l’ona o
Bo nse se mi .. Omo, ko de ye mi a oo
Ehh! Megbele o, ke se pele-pele o
Nitori, Oluwa la’labaro mi

September 30, 2016

Usher – Make It Rain Lyrics

[Intro]
Peace up!
Ya’ll know what it is
Yeah, man
BlackSox
It’s Usher baby
Yeah
Just a little warm up

[Verse 1]
I was out in the city of ATL, where we steady keep it popping
We got them Georgia peaches so sweet that you want to bite them
And we got the hardest slang that bang from every city
Does anybody know how to make it rain?
We keep that carpet green in the city, the saddle in the traffic
You ever got a problem, homie? We make you feel unstopped
Oh, no, yes, sir
So when you see me in the club, partner this is how you greet me, throw it up
[Hook]
I can make it rain 24 stacks in the air
It’s raining money in here, throw it up, ah, throw it up, ah
You gotta get it on the floor, short
Get it in on the floor, shorty
Get down on your knees
I’m trying to get you all alone
So you can feel the chrome up in my Chevy drop top
This the part where everybody throw up the A

[Verse 2]
Aye, what it do, shorty? Let me get that number, shorty
What you see in the A, we shoulder lean and snap, shorty
We keep the hottest fit, fresh to death
Come in the club like we never left
If you ain’t with it, shorty, get gone