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Beres Hammond Ready To Perform With Buju Banton

Beres Hammond and Buju Banton on the same stage would be one for the ages.

Buju Banton is a few months away from being released from prison and several local promoters are already gearing up for his return to the musical scene. One thing is for sure, his first concert will be a grand affair. Reggae legend Beres Hammond has already indicated that he wants to share the stage with the Gargamel and he doesn’t care where the show will be.

Beres and Buju have collaborated on a number of singles over the years including “Pull It Up” and “Who Sey (Big Man Don’t Cry).” The two singers have remained closed friends outside of working together musically. Buju Banton, whose real name is Mark Myrie, is currently in the final year of his 10-year prison sentence in Florida for drug trafficking. He is slated for release in December of this year.

The last time Buju performed at a concert was in 2011 at a show in Miami during his high profile drug trial. The Grammy-winning reggae singer was convicted on three counts of drug trafficking charges in 2011 and sent to federal prison for 10 years. He appealed the conviction several times over the years but lost on all of his attempts. Since his incarceration, Buju has not released any new music and sources say he has been writing behind bars so you can expect some new music later this year or early next year.

Tinashe – No Drama (feat. Offset)

[Verse 1: Tinashe]
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
All black truck hanging out the roof
Mobbing through the hills pulled up with my crew
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
Said I’m falling off but they won’t JFK me
Tried to be myself but they won’t AKA me
AKA a popstar AKA a problem
AKA don’t hold me back, I swear I got ’em
We pulled up in Gucci, dripped down in Gabbana
Bad as a wanna, only chasing gunnas
I need me a side thing, hold the drama
I need me a soldier he gon’ hold the line up

[Chorus: Tinashe]
Don’t want no drama-ma
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god
Don’t want no drama-ma
Don’t want no drama-ma
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god
Don’t want no drama-ma (Don’t want no drama-ma)

[Verse 2: Tinashe]
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
All black truck hanging out the roof
Mobbing through the hills pulled up with my crew
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
I got way too many people all my niggas equal
If my life was like a movie I’d need 50 sequels
I need 60 bad bitches actin’ like they single
Yelling you can’t sit with us, throwing up middle fingers

[Chorus: Tinashe & Offset]
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama)
We pulled up in that ooh la la (Ooh la la)
And backed out in that oh my god (Oh my god)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god
Don’t want no drama-ma

[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset, double R phantom
She like the way I’m dripping organic
Got on my wrist the titanic
Car ride on this shit like a banger
Get high on the perky and Xanax
From the bottom of trip to Miami
When the chopper start kicking is damaged
Got patek on her wrist and her panties
Ain’t no drama
In the back of my maybach
Yeah, iced out summers
Invite your main bitch to a slumber
My money don’t [?]
Fat ass with a flat stomach
We’ll get [?] cross the whole hundred
The coupe fast doing two hundred

[Outro: Tinashe]
Don’t want no
Don’t want no drama-ma
Yeah, no, no, no
Don’t need no, don’t want no, don’t want no

Cdot Honcho – So Long

I’m laughing at whoever doubted me
Ben Franklins kickin it round me
She trying to get close to me
Honestly, she trying to fuck whoever around me
I’m losing count it’s taking too long to count it I need an accountant
That probably won’t work I don’t trust bitches fuck around just have to count it out

Semi matic blow that, shift it, then hop out the bush like a rabbit
Member I had to make pallets
Double g pattern my jacket easy run up get wrapped like a packet
Im running by you I lapped you
Finna start walking you should keep running
Offset Vellanos frame keep rubbing

Can’t see my GPS phone keep jumping
Ain’t shit but yo woman tryna talk about nothing
We already fuck we can’t talk about fuckin
Hit that, rotate, skate, relocate
I’m on that bag ain’t slept in like 4 days
4nem on that they ain’t takin off no days
Pull up this whip you see at a showcase
Only got hundreds just fly through the Tollways

Come in here brain on door ways
Knew I had it when I was on 4way in 4th grade with some bitches from the 6th grade
Spinning them hoes like a tornado
I blow a bitch like a grendade though
She tryna kick it like Fernando
I’m in Miami not Orlando
Roc finding slots in the Durango bitch

(Too much fucking racks on me)
Need me a debit my knot ain’t gone fit
She need a edit she not up on shit
Stay on that porch you can’t come out that fence
1k Givenchy lil hoody ain’t shit
Dragon belt snakes Gucci and shit
Find him in lakes on Google and shit
He play with that cake and we thru wit his shit

Bitch play with that cake and we thru wit you
Put her to work like she sit in a cubical Skrt off this far from a suburu
Hit her throw her in uber pool
She know my time be coming soon
She let me go rising like a balloon
In the cut shining like a spoon
Run up wit wilding like a coon

Really I barely do use them
Sweeprs stay in the cut like a broom
Fuck her never do need em ain’t pay a dollar swiping the room
2 seater wet like what a boat on
I keep a rack like what a coat on
She want to nag bitch you can go home
I’m in my bag been in it so long

Bitch
I’m in my bag been in it so long
Cdot man honcho gang shit takeover gang you already know what the fuck going on man Takeover the mixtape
Aye

Future & Young Thug – All Da Smoke

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
You it, I’m it, everybody it
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want, I want smoke
We want all the smoke
Yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice
We leaning, facts
Yeah
Slatt

[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
Stackin’ it tall (Thugger)
Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)
Know she rollin’, holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let’s go)
Green and white like Celtics, don’t play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo)
I’m superior, I’m imperial, I ain’t feelin’ ya (ooh)
I been eatin’ me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt)
Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god)
Homicide gang, they gon’ put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
Putang ran up a whole M sittin’ in the box (facts)
My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)
We had the bando goin’ crazy in the SWATs (in the what?)
Ten-four, they runnin’ up on all the opps

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (huh)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
This money turning me on, ayy
This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone
Woo, far gone, I’m so gone on it
Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah
Having a private party, you know how that go
Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers, I’m in a penthouse poppin’ seals
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my gear
I missed a couple shows for my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the head
You know I got you in my will
Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib
Make the dope do the windmill
Nigga swing through Actavis
In a corner too, I’m killed
And I was in Miami countin’ a mil, ayy
I told my bitch, no more ass shots
She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it’s traffic time
My diamonds dark brown like Budweiser
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy
Came up out the projects, ain’t have shit (on god)
I wiped a nigga’s nose for a ticket (slime)
Hit it from the back (kill it)
Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
How you dig that?
Whip up the fish, porque I got racks, ayy

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

[Outro: Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

Listen Konshens New Single “Execs” On The Gyal Bounce Riddim

Konshens is the leader of the young execs.

The Subkonshus deejay dominated the Gyal Bounce Riddim with some high bars on in a new single “Execs.” The track was produced by Zimi Seh Road Entertainment. “Never see when we a work for so long / Them only see the houses and the cars them and the vans / We a live life and execute big plans / Them a talk bout man life in a them songs / Highlight everything we do wrong we no know whats next,” Konshens rhymes.

Konshens got married to his longtime girlfriend Latoya Wright last month in a lavish ceremony in Miami, Florida. The couple already has a son and the dancehall star has a daughter from a previous relationship.

Listen to the new single “Execs” below.

Rick Ross Reacts To Birdman Defaulting On $12 Million Mansion Loan

Rick Ross is once again trolling Birdman for defaulting on a $12 million loan against his Miami mansion.

Rozay and Baby beef goes back to last year and it seems the MMG rapper is still angry about the Cash Money honcho handling of the Lil Wayne situation. So when Ross got wind of the news about Birdman possibly loosing his mansion in Miami, he pounce on the opportunity to fired off more shots at his enemy.

“Mack Maine let Wayne know you can forget about it $ Bryan can’t pay his rent, someone dm this link,” Rozay wrote on a SnapChat video he posted which includes the screenshot of the story. “You mean you move to Miami take out a loan on the mansion, then took out another loan on the mansion, and you still ain’t paid you lil ni**as,” Rozay said while hinting that Birdman wants to mess up his new girlfriend, Tony Braxton, life. “You ain’t have no money in six-seven years, ni**a. You should have came and borrowed some from Rozay. Now you want to f**k that old lady life up too. You probably borrowing some money from her.”

Rick Ross then jokingly said that he probably should buy Birdman’s mansion on the water front in Miami and use it to park his boat. This latest response from Rozay comes just two months after he went off on the former Hot Boys rapper for not paying Lil Wayne. “It just ran across my mind like damn I wonder if Birdman paid that man [Lil Wayne] yet, pay that man,” he said in a video posted on social media in October. “Pay that man that man sold a million the first week, god damn what that man got to do to get his money, what that man got to do for you to pay him.”

From the desk of #RickRoss #birdman

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Shy Glizzy – Get It Again Lyrics

[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Hey
Young Jefe
Cardo got wings
Fuck it up, get it again

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
My mind it be stuck on that cash
If I love you, I’ll give you my last
Hundreds and fifties is hitting the stash
Twenties and tens, we blow that shit fast
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again
I’m here to make money, not friends
I fell in love with the blue on them bands
I like to thumb through a check with my friends
For all of this money, committed some sins
Fuck it up, get it again (yeah)
Fuck it up, get it again (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again, yeah

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
She wanna fuck with a boss
She cannot kick it with him
She wanna fuck a big dog
I told her okay lil baby I’m him
Me and my niggas we ballin’
Fuck around, cut the net off of the rim (swish)
I fuck around, fuck her again (yeah)
Then I fuck around, fuck on her friends
They like who is them niggas right there?
I see all of them dressed in Monclers
I spent twenty bands on my ears (bling bling)
Goddamnit this shit is unfair (goddamn, goddamn)
Play with me nigga, I dare
I highly advise you to stay over there
Got your lil bitch and another lil bitch and they all in my bed
We layin’ on the spread
I am the Louboutin don
I’m passing my swag to my son
Big booty bitch on my arm
She papi can we go to Milan?
I took that bitch to Miami
Yeah and we stayed at The One
We had to live up on Sunday
I fucked that bitch off the Dom Perignon, uh

[Verse 2: Dave East]
I fell in love with the seats in the Wraith
My lawyer Jewish, I’m beating my case
Hundreds and fifties, we keeping it safe
You say you got pistols, I need ’em today
I don’t feel safe if I ain’t got a pipe
My homie just called me, they just gave him life
I’m tryna give 50K to his lawyer
I hope they appeal that shit like shakin’ dice
Fuck up a check when I run up in Saks
My bitch got my name tatted right on her ass
I used to bag up, go right to the ave
I ain’t have no whip, I got right in the cab
Goin’ for nothing, know I’m with the shit
I like to match up my gun with my fit
Shout out to Glizzy, know I got that glizzy
Got so many diamonds I look like a lick
So many bitches I look like a pimp
We ordering lobster, don’t forget the shrimp
Foreign, I gotta five percent the tint
Every day prayin’, lord forgive my sins
Young nigga risk it all for a Benz
Ain’t got no pal, I’m goin’ to the pen
Baggin’ the powder, blow it in the wind
I’m gon’ get dollars, know I’m ’bout to spend
I gotta get money

Drake – Club Paradise

[Verse 1:]
They say that all of yo old girls got somebody new
I say, "damn really? even Rosemary? even Leanne Seely? "
They said, "fuckin right, they were the 1st to go
It’s nothing personal
It’s just that all of them women you slept on were working though,
They was saving up
New niggas came around, they’ve been waking up with,
I swear, you don’t know this city anymore
They might’ve loved you before
But you’re out here doing your thing
They don’t know you… "
Sure they do they’re just not as sincere
It’s crazy all the emotions forgot in a year
She like, "why you even give a fuck you not even here"
Well out there there ain’t nothing for me, and I think I need to come home,

[Chorus:]
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think you got to me
I can just read your mind
You think I’m so caught up in where,
I am right now
But believe I remember it all

[Verse 2:]
I be with my nigga chubbs
He in love with street shit
No wonder why I feel awkward at this fashion week shit
No wonder why I keep fucking up the double cheek kiss
Along for that ignorant Young Money, Miami beach shit
A couple of artists got words for me, that’s never fun
They say it’s on when they see me, that day don’t ever come
I’m never scared, they never real, I never run
When all is said and done, more is always said than done
And I was told once, things will change,
By a nigga named tip when my deal came
Told me it’s all good, even when it feels strange
Now I’m the guy that know strippers by they real names
Rochelle, Jordanne, thick bitches, they just talked me out of 4 grand
How did a pile of kush become the mountain of truth
How did a bottle of wine become the fountain of youth
Damn, my biggest fear is losing it all
Remember how I used to feel at the start of it?
And now I’m living a muthafuckin fairy tale
And still trying to keep you feeling a part of it
Yea, just lie to my ears,
Tell me it feel the same, it’s all I’ve been dying to hear
Lights get low, and that’s when I have my brightest ideas
And I heard my city feel better than ever,
That’s why I gotta come home,

[Chorus:]
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think you got to me
I can just read your mind
You think I’m so caught up in where,
I am right now
But believe I remember it all

[Verse 3:]
My mother is back to who she was years ago
It’s like a new page me and her are beginning on
I wish she stopped checking up on women I can’t stand
‘Cause I got new girls I could use her opinion on
She thinks I’ve become a slave to the wealth
But I’ll never break the promises I made to myself
And I would never make up names for myself
Then change the names, that I just gave to myself
Certain rappers would call me to say, "wat up doe"
I used to brag about it to my friends, and now I’m feeling like all of these niggas cutthroat
And maybe that’s all they do, is just pretend, damn
But I bought it though, I believed it
Yea, I thought it, and I achieved it
Yea, so show me love, show me fucking love!
‘Cause I thought it was all I needed
Yea, Clearly I was wrong about it all along
And this will be the year that I won’t even feel shit
They trip about the amount of people I brought along
But I’m just trying to be surrounded by some real shit
Need credentials for everyone of these Toronto kids
I promise they see it with me, we just tryna live
I told ’em we bout to get it, and we finally did
Listen closely to my shit I swear it sounded like home

[Chorus:]
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think you got to me
I can just read your mind
You think I’m so caught up in where,
I am right now
But believe I remember it all

[Outro: Bob Marley]

XXXTentacion Promises Free Concerts Amidst Anti-Rape Event Cancellation

XXXTentacion told his fans that he will be hosting a free concert in the future after his anti-rape event was canceled.

The Florida rapper issued an apology to his fans today after his anti-rape event in Miami was canceled due to circumstances beyond his control, he said. Several of his fans on social media were skeptical about the event and thought that he was just using it as a PR move amidst his ongoing assault case involving his ex-girlfriend.

XXXTentacion says that he organized the event to give support to those who were raped or went through any form of post-traumatic experience. He also asked attendees not to bring any form of negative energy to a place where he said its all about support. Sadly the event never took place because some folks vandalized the venue among other things.

“It was my fault completely that the event was cancelled,” he stated. “I put the venue address out, which caused the venue to get spray painted,” he added. He also clarified that the performance will be separate from the make-up anti-rape event, explaining that “I’m doing a free performance, free of charge, to make up for the fact that I didn’t get this done on time.”

He didn’t reveal when he will be performing at the planned free concert, but XXXTentacion has been working hard to rehabilitate his image in recent months. He also signed a new deal with Capital Records and the label seems to be helping him with his legal troubles.

#xxxtentacion reacts to his anti-rape event being cancelled.

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Pitbull & Stereotypes – Jungle (feat. E-40 & Abraham Mateo) (Uncensored)

[Intro: Pitbull]
Mr. Worldwide!
Abraham Mateo, E-40, Stereotypes that’s the show
I want all the ladies out there
Go ahead and uh, shake what your mama gave ya
(One, two, three, oh)
Talk to ’em like

[Chorus: Abraham Mateo]
Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
What your mama gave ya (uh huh)
Come on ohh, sexy thang
Don’t be scared to act like an animal
It’s in your nature (uh huh)
C’mon

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
You know I eat it from the roota to the toota
Let me do ya, let me school ya
He may be smooth but I’m smootha
I’m slick Pit ruler, let a slip d*ck through ya
Hit the Virgin Mary from the back
And had her screaming ha "Hallelujah"
The devil’s hot but I’m hotter
Yeah these boys rap, but they say, a whole lotta nada
Me I’m building schools, from Miami to Nevada
Now baby bend over and show me that got it
Off in the Exumas, actin’ a fool
Where the water so clear, b**ch look like a pool
Whoody who, whoody what, who’s f**king you
That would be me, P-I-T

[Refrain: E-40]
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah it’s a jungle out here and we’re bout to get it started
Like one, two, three!

[Post-Chorus: E-40]
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me

[Verse 2: E-40]
Pushin’ a mainly line, travel the planet solid as granite
Tax a b**ch like a W-9
Move manage, get my mathematics right
Havin’ money, wearin’ a hoodie when it’s sunny
Huddled up in a circle, smoking a mummy
In a luxury scraper or something foreign
Ya b**ch chose me, she said you’re boring
I put a b**ch on restriction, make her sit on the porch
Won’t let her in ’till tomorrow, until the next morning, Mayne
It’s true that I’m chasing time can’t be wastin’ or delaying
My pockets anticipating lump sums
Patiently waiting for my high to come down
And get back to earth
So I can start all over like I rehearsed
Pistol-packing power clatter higher than a cell tower
In her outer space to wasted she owe me, we hella faded
Underrated honey thicker than K. Michelle hella tail
Bokey poking out, hella swell

[Outro: Pitbull]
I see them boys hatin’ ’cause they all wanna be me
Naw homie you don’t know me, but your girl does (ask her)
I see them boys hatin’ ’cause they all wanna be me
Naw homie you don’t know me, but your girl does (ask her)

Meek Mill – Fall Thru

[Intro]
Yeah
Sad to say it but I love you
Don’t take no offense but you’re my bitch

[Chorus]
Yeah, you gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
And you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

[Verse 1]
Ass all fat say she get it from her mama
She just want the money, she ain’t fuckin’ with no bloggers
Fuck you on a PJ the whole way to the Bahamas
Gucci, Valentino, baby, I can be your stylist
Fuck me with your friend, yeah yeah, you was wildin’
1942 shots turn you to a monster
Thuggin’ like you 2Pac, you know that I got you
Love the way you ride it, move them hips like you Rihanna
I was supposed to hit, I was never s’pose to cuff you
Put you on my homie ’cause he say he wanna fuck you
When he asked me ’bout you, I just told him that I want you
But now its quiet for you, ’cause I told him that I loved you

[Chorus]
You gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
And you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

[Verse 2]
I was locked up, I remember when I hit you
Used to write me back every letter that I sent you
You wasn’t my girl but you used to pretend to
When I came home, let me beat it instrumental
Lame left you scarred so I had to reinvent you
If you was car, shit, you ride it like a Benz do
Wraith it with the stars, every time I come and get you
We be goin’ hard every time you on that Hen’ too
I was in the mix, actin’ like a savage
Got another bitch and you told me I could have it
I know you was sick so I doubled back to grab you
So anything you wish, yeah yeah, you can have it

[Bridge]
Whoa, she just want a ride with a shotta, though
I’m an original don dada, though
Knock them all down like dominoes
Make me tell them other bitches, vamonos
Whoa, good gal, bad gal, small city, mad world
She just wanna shine, whoa
And last night was mad real, sunshades, advils, fuck you all the time

Drake – The Language

I don’t know why they been lying but yo shit is not that inspiring
Bank account statements just look like I’m ready for early retirement
Fuck any nigga that’s talkin’ that shit just to get a reaction
Fuck going platinum, I looked at my wrist and it’s already platinum
I am the kid with the motor mouth
I am the one that you should worry about
I don’t know who you’re referring to, who is this nigga you heard about?
Someone just talking that bullshit, someone just gave you the run-around
Niggas downplaying the money but that’s what you do when the money down
I don’t waste time putting money down
I just go straight to who got it and buy it in cash
Pussy so good that you gotta come see me on tour and you gotta fly in first class
This has been years in the making, it’s all for the city
You know I come right every summer, Cash Money Records forever
I’m always big timing, bitch, I came up right under Stunna, you know it

Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell
I will never understand that but oh well
Been ready, it’s real, I don’t know about you
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that’s all that we do"
Okay, now you’re talking my language, now you’re talking my language
Now you’re talking my language, now you’re talking my language
Been ready, it’s real, I don’t know about you
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that’s all that we do"

I’m about to roll one and light it and fuck it man, no one’s invited
I got to kill off the weak shit that’s got all you niggas excited
I can’t even listen, you whylin’, I’d much rather sit here in silence
I send all my money to banks in the islands and eat with Italians, I do
People are funny you don’t even know about the shit that I been through
I just want some head in a comfortable bed, it could all be so simple
Talking that shit with your back to me, just know it always get back to me
Come get your girl, she been here for three days and she way too attached to me
Hate when they get too attached to me
I got to get on the bus and get back on the road
Get what I can out the country and then I just get on the jet and go back to the cold
Can’t even drive with the top off
Been workin’ so hard on the album I missed the whole summer
I just might bring in some girls from Miami
To heat up the city and that’s word to Stunna, you know it

Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell
I will never understand that but oh well
Been ready, it’s real, I don’t know about you
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that’s all that we do"
Okay, now you’re talking my language now you’re talking my language
Now you’re talking my language, now you’re talking my language
Been ready, it’s real, I don’t know about you
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that’s all that we do"

Famous and gangstas
You understand me?
Showtime, headlines
Big time, sunshine, tote nines
Bust mines, flatline, hard grind
High life, stay fly it’s jet time
Stunt nigga, every time you see a nigga
Stunt nigga, every time you see a nigga
Stunt nigga, swag on head to feet nigga
Stunt nigga,
I might just bring in some girls from Miami to heat up the city and that’s word to Stunna you know it

Konshens and Longtime Girlfriend Latoya Wright Got Married

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Konshens and his longtime girlfriend Latoya Wright got married over the weekend in a private ceremony in Miami.

The dancehall veteran shared a few photos on social media from the beautiful wedding. His fans applauded him for the move and congratulated his bride and mother of his son Liam. Konshens, whose real name is Garfield Spence, and Latoya have been dating for a number of years. In 2014, the “Realest Song” deejay popped the question and she said yes. After three years of being engaged, the pair is now officially married.

Last year June, Konshens was rocked by a major tragedy in his family when his older brother and fellow dancehall star Delus committed suicide. The artist has been battling depression for years. The Subkonshus deejay, who was on tour overseas at the time of Delus’ death, says the incident is one of the hardest things he has ever had to deal with in his life. Konshens is one of the most consistent artists in dancehall over the past decade. Every year, the deejay continues to grow as an artist, so this is a good move from Mr. Pence.

Congratulations from the Dancehall HipHop family.

2 Chainz – 4AM (feat. Travis Scott) (Uncensored)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs
Your nigga’s lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Rock with Champagne P
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bulet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Travis Scott]
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
Ooh, On a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
Ooh, talkin’ tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Drench god, drench god, really
Representin’, we the squad, really (oh, yeah)
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job sellin’ records
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a charm with the extras
Might use her legs for a necklace

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Outro]
Don’t stop trappin’, boy
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Got ’bout twelve racks
Started last night, still goin’
Twelve racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that

Pitbull & Stereotypes – Jungle (feat. E-40 & Abraham Mateo) (Lyric Video)

2 Chainz – 4 Am (feat. Travis Scott) (On The Tonight Show) (Live)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bulet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

Future – All Da Smoke lyrics

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All Da Smoke lyrics

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[Verse 2: Young Thug]
This money turning me on, ayy
This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone
Woo, far gone, I’m so gone on it
Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah
Having a private party, you know how that go
Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers, I’m in a penthouse poppin’ seals
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my kill
I missed a couple shows for my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the hat
You know I got you in my will
Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib
Make the dope do the windmill
Nigga swing through Actavis
In a corner too, I’m killed
And I was in Miami countin’ a mil, ayy
I told my bitch, no more ass shots
She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it’s traffic time
My diamonds go around like Budweiser
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy
Came up out the projects, ain’t have sh*t (on god)
I wiped a nigga’s nose for a ticket (slime)
Hit it from the back (kill it)
Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
How you dig that?
Whip up the fishscale, K and got racks, ayy

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

[Outro: Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

FUTURE – Drip On Me lyrics

[Intro: Future]
You know I just bought another shovel
This sh*t we buried a lot of bags, you dig?
Wheezy beats

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter (whatcha doin’)
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

[Verse 1: Future]
I keep a house out in [Denver?] [Ember?] (yeah)
I got them racks in my denim (yeah)
I let my dog out the kennel (swear)
Patek or Phillippe on my drip (drink)
Yeah, yeah, and she don’t want me to sip (pour up, pour up)
It’s too much jealousy, niggas can’t ever be real (can’t)
I caught a felony, nigga, wasn’t none of you here (hold on)
I work every day at this sh-, like it can all disappear (swear)
I pray every day by this sh-, when I go jump on a Leer (Super)
God protect me from all of the bogus of niggas, rogue us
Yeah, water me down like Pacific, my watch and my chain, my rings
Yeah, all the drip on me, I had to go change my name (yeah)
I came from Lil Mexico, this sh*t ain’t gon’ ever be the same (Freebandz)
I f*ck her on the every day, but she ain’t gon’ ever get claimed

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m whippin’ the Rover out (skrrt)
I got a plastic FN, a lil’ under 4 pounds (woah, woah)
I send a jet to Miami to pick up his old pounds (O’s, get it)
My bro got the shout it the long way
Repeat while you rollin’ ’round (gotta repeat)
I’m doin’ the same thing (you dig)
Lickin’ molly like ramen (R.I.P.)
Getting head on the private plane
Cost me 23 thou’ like LeBron James (LeBron James)
Might put me some gators on
And get in the ‘Lac and just blow the brains (blow the brains)
I f*ck on her face
I came fast like when Sonic came, oh, oh
Get on my level, dawg
I just want some rest, I’m just tryna ball
I spend a couple milli’, on my nigga behind the wall (the chain gang)
I teach him the Feds are comin’ (the band gang)
Don’t say nothin’ at all (don’t say nothin’ at all)
I got some chips on me (you dig?)
It’s on my hip on me

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

Bruno Mars – That’s What I Like (Acoustic Remix) (On Charlie Rose) (Live)

Hey, hey, hey
I got a condo in Manhattan
Baby girl, what’s hatnin’?
You and your ass invited
So gon’ and get to clappin’
Go pop it for a player, pop-pop it for me
Turn around and drop it for a player, drop-drop it for me
I’ll rent a beach house in Miami
Wake up with no jammies (nope)
Lobster tail for dinner
Julio, serve that scampi
You got it if you want it, got, got it if you want it
Said you got it if you want it, take my wallet if you want it, now

Jump in the Cadillac
(Girl, let’s put some miles on it)
Anything you want
(Just to put a smile on you)
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Cool jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

I’m talkin’ trips to Puerto Rico
Say the word and we go
You can be my fleeka
Girl, I’ll be a fleeko, mamacita
I will never make a promise that I can’t keep
I promise that your smile ain’t gon’ never leave
Shopping sprees in Paris
Everything twenty-four karats
Take a look in that mirror (take a look)
Now tell me who’s the fairest
Is it you? (is it you?) is it me? (is it me?)
Say it’s us (say it’s us) and I’ll agree, baby

Jump in the Cadillac
(Girl, let’s put some miles on it)
Anything you want
(Just to put a smile on you)
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

You say you want a good time
Well here I am, baby, here I am, baby
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Talk to me, tell me what’s on your mind
What’s on your mind
If you want it, girl, come and get it
All this is here for you
Tell me baby, tell me, tell me baby
What you tryna do

Cool jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like (that’s what I like)
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like (that’s what I like)
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

Watch Cardi B Performs “Bodak Yellow” At BET Awards 2017

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Cardi B is still making “Money Moves” with his big performance at the 2017 BET Hip Hop Awards.

The ceremony was held in Miami last weekend, but it was broadcast on the network on Tuesday night. The New York rapper performed her chart topping single “Bodak Yellow” and got the audience pump in the process. The single is currently in it’s third week at the top of the Billboard Hot 100 chart and is showing no signs of slowing down.

Bardi made a grant entrance on the red carpet turning a lot of heads in the process. But she turned up the heat when she took the stage to perform “Bodak Yellow.” She had the entire audience rapping along to the lyrics word for word as she showed off her banging body with her dancers supporting her.

Cardi B won three BET Hip Hop Awards on Saturday night for Best New Artist, Hustler of the Year, and Single of the Year. Bardi continues to bath in musical success with her single “Bodak Yellow” continues to reign over the chart. The track is currently the most popular song on the planet for a third week straight.

Cardi B Wins Best New Artist At 2017 BET Hip Hip Awards

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Cardi B won the 2017 BET Hip Hop Awards for Best New Artist.

The “Bodak Yellow” rapper has been having a great year and is currently sitting at number one on the Billboard Hot 100 chart for the last two weeks. The former Love and Hip Hop New York stat attended the award ceremony at the Jackie Gleason Theater in Miami with her boyfriend Offset from rap group Migos. During her acceptance speech, she thanked her fans, her family, her label Atlantic and Offset for supporting her.

Cardi B got a taste of hip hop history last month when she became the first female since Lauryn Hill to top the Billboard Hot 100 chart with a solo single. “Bodak Yellow (Money Moves)” has been one of the hottest rap songs on the planet this year and Cardi B is already under pressure to prove that she is not a one hit wonder. Rap fans are already weighing in on her BET Hip Hop Awards win and they are divided. Of course you have the usual critics and then you have some who are loyal supporters, but what are those in the middle saying?

“Why is everybody on Cardi B’s nuts?” one fan wrote. “One song and she’s the best new artist? LOL. Everyone’s so happy for her just cus she’s a female. I’ve never heard any new male artist get the love she’s gotten.”

“I agree she didn’t deserve it but everybody is naming all these “rappers” that should have won but they’re just as garbage as she is so it really doesn’t matter,” another said.

Earlier this week, Cardi B teases a new single on her IG account and it sounds like it’s a worthy follow-up to “Bodak Yellow.” “Used to dance in the club right across from my school / I said dance, not fuck, don’t get it confused / Had to set the record straight, ’cause bitches love to assume,” she raps.

Kodak Black Announces Fall Tour Dates For ‘Project Baby’ Tour

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Kodak Black is heading on tour this fall for his “Project Baby” tour.

The South Florida rapper revealed that dates for the tour on his personal website last night. So far he announced 16 tour dates across the United States starting on October 21 at the Shoreline Amphitheatre in Mountain View, CA and ends on December 20 at the Showbox SoDo in Seattle, WA. Additional dates may come later, but of the rapper can see him in action in major U.S. cities like Miami, Washington, D.C., New York, Houston, and more.

The tour will support his new mixtape “Project Baby 2” which was released last month. Earlier this year, Kodak Black postponed his tour due to his incarceration for probation violation. He has since ironed out those legal issues and was given the green light to go on tour by a judge.

Project Baby Tour Dates:

10/21 – Mountain View, CA @ Shoreline Amphitheatre
11/05 – Royal Oak, MI @ Royal Oak Music Festival
11/07 – Philadelphia, PA @ Electric Factory
11/10 – Lowell, MA @ Lowell Memorial Auditorium
11/12 – Washington, D.C. @ Echostage
11/14 – New Haven, CT @ College Street Music Hall
11/15 – New York, NY @ Playstation Theater
11/16 – Norfolk, VA @The NorVa
11/21 – Orlando, FL @ Venue 578
11/22 – Miami, FL @ RC Cola Plant
11/27 – Houston, TX @Warehouse Live
11/28 – Dallas, TX @ Bomb Factory
12/10 – Tempe, AZ @ Marquee Theatre
12/11 – San Diego, CA @ The Observatory
12/19 – Portland, OR @ Crystal Ballroom
12/ 20 – Seattle, WA @ Showbox SoDo

Jacquees – At The Club (feat. Dej Loaf)

[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go

[Verse 1: Dej Loaf]
He said meet me in Miami
Ever been on a jet girl don’t you panic
Get used to the whips and the mansions
He ain’t know I was this thick
T-Shirt, Panties
We hit the club together we tip the dancers
Might grab a couple if they really attractive
Or I can keep it classy I can get romantic
It’s all up to you
What you wanna do

[Pre-Hook: Jacquees]
I used to love em, leave em
Girl it’s something about you
Think I’ma keep you
Pull up in the Wagon I put the Jeep up
Girl we living lavish so kick your feet up

[Verse 2: Jacquees]
Let’s take a trip to the other side
Tell me if you’re thinking otherwise
You’re a boss I wanna treat you
I know you tired of all the leeches
Girl I’m in love with all your features
And I will love you til your knees weak
It could be simple but it ain’t easy
I know you know what’s up
It’s all on us

[Pre-Hook: Dej Loaf]
I used to love em, leave em
Boy it’s something bout you
Think I’ma keep you
I pull up in the Wagon I put the Jeep up
Boy we living lavish kick your feet up

[Bridge: Dej Loaf]
All I wanna do
Is get away with you
You had me at hello, what’s up
What we gonna do when we leave this club

MADEINTYO – Lose It

Oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m bout to lose it, oh
I’m bout to lose it, hey
I’m bout to lose it, hey
I’m bout to lose it, yah-yah
I’m bout to lose it, hey
I’m bout to lose it, oh
I’m bout to lose it, yah
Gettin’ the guap, makin’ it pop
Droppin’ the top, hey
I made a lot, never a drought
Pussy is wet, I’m ringin’ it out
I don’t got shovels I’m diggin’ a route, woah-woah-woah
Give me some brain, what you thinkin’ about?
Man it’s straight, K Swisha with the 808, oh
Palm tree, Miami, yup I’m gainin’ weight, skrt
Baby top, give me that, yup I need that face
Baby top, give me that, yup I need that face
If I buy that new i3 will you ride then?
Three stacks on the Louie bag, no problem
I wear Chanel like woah-woah
Diamonds, they lighter than lightbulbs
My pockets do need a tummy tuck
Heard these lil niggas, they fuckin’ up
I’m gettin’ money like what the fuck
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
I’m gettin’ money like what the fuck
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
Hey, yah, oh
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Oh, yah
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Yah, yah, oh
Hey man niggas thought I had one
Niggas thought I couldn’t come back with somethin’
Nigga you out your mind
Oh, yah, yah, yah, oh, yah, yah, yah
Skrt-srt, oh
I’m bout to lose it, yah
I’m bout to lose it, oh
I’m bout to lose it, yah-yah, oh
I’m bout to lose it
I’m bout to lose it, yah
I’m bout to lose it, yah
Switch, switch, swerve
I give that bitch what she deserve
I ain’t fuckin’ with a bird
Louis duffel full of herb
I need that ‘Rari by the curb
I need that ‘Rari by the curb
Pull up to the scene, you know a nigga skate
If I bend her over then you know a nigga paint
Yeah I did it with my squad and they said I can’t
Actin’ like you hard, ugh-ugh, no he ain’t
Yeah, yeah, uh, I’m bout to lose it
Watch how I do it, these niggas stupid
I did it easy, woah, theme niggas sleazy, woo
My niggas greasy, woo, yeah, my niggas greasy, woo
Gosha on my chest, hold up, nigga, flex
Ratchet bitch, ya, she put on the set
I’m brazy, they know it, she wanna throw it
Hop out a whip, hop out a whip, I blow it
Yah, yah, I’m gon’ blow her mind
Oh, oh, I’m gon’ blow her mind
Yeah, damn, that’s your girl she’s so fine
Yah, oh, I’m gon’ blow her mind
That shit cray
That shit brazy
Yah, yah, yah, oh, skrt-skrt

PartyNextDoor – Damn

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I was trying to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn

[Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Left me alone in the streets
Now you done woken the beast
All these GG snakes on me
Shopping sprees after shopping sprees, I go
I go, yeah, should have seen the sign
[?] love’s blind, I guess danger gets me excited
I am on a threesome diet right now, baby
I’m taking trips to Miami traveling down seven keys
Ducking off, sipping Grey Geese
Never thought you plea these actions I did
Never thought you had my head on a leash
Never thought you had my heart tryna leave
Saying things I never speak about
I’ma handle it just like a man
Popping bottles just because I can
Ain’t gone never change who I am
Kumbaya, I’ma still do my dance
And handle mine
I’ma handle mine, you’re not mine
But God damn, it’s about time you define what we is

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn

[Verse 2: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Fér!
They said you used to be the one that used to two step, baby
But I’m too rich for that to happen, whoa whoa
Like Ali, I’ma bounce back off the ropes
In my Jordan’s, yeah, Jordan with the tongue
In my Kobe’s, yeah, hitting 81
And I’m going gold, find a badder one
Let the check blow, now that’s platinum
I’ma recoup, buy the blue coupe
Bought a new house, that’s a new roof
I’ma make lemonade out of lemons, got a sweet tooth
And I learn from my truths
And learn from my last
And learn from my past
I knew this won’t last
Just tell me quick fast

[Bridge: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
So I can handle it just like a man
Popping bottles just because I can
Ain’t gone never change who I am
Kumbaya, I’ma still do my dance
And handle mine
I’ma handle mine, your not mine
But God damn, it’s about time you define what we is

Kodak Black – Misunderstood (Project Baby 2 Album)

[Intro]
It’s like fuck it, I’m just misunderstood. That’s the story of my life

[Chorus]
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family

[Verse 1]
I keep this tool on me like I done turned into a mechanic
I’m a fuckin’ CEO, I don’t need no damn manage
I don’t like no interviews, see y’all don’t speak my language
We can’t hold no conversation, you don’t know what I’m sayin’
She say she wanna know the real me, bitch I am it
Tell the blog "correct that shit," ’cause I ain’t from Miami
I don’t even speak code, when I do, I’m misinterpretated
I don’t even need no surfboard, I’m too fuckin’ wavy
I ain’t take my meds bitch, ’cause I ain’t fuckin’ crazy
Say you thuggin’ a lil’ too hard, life you livin’ dangerous
They don’t see potential, they say I’m a project baby
Just ’cause my dad so goddamn selfish, he ain’t wanna raise me

[Verse 2]
I’m on 18, I’m slangin’ like I’m Peyton Manning
My bitch just told me to be more gentle ’cause I’m too demanding
They say that all my demons seeming but I’m not satanic
And I keep her back wet but shawty ain’t Hispanic
I see you in [?] vision through my Prada lenses
No point in goin’ to school if I’ma keep on jumpin’ fences
The block too hot and that’s the only reason I’m on campus
It’s a pandemonium ridin’ panoramic
Once they let me out of jail I went back to the dentist
I snapped my golds out and flood my gums with VVS’s
Yeah, you listenin’ what I’m sayin’ but you don’t get the message
Did so much dirt I wonder how I still be gettin’ any blessings

Desiigner – Malibu Lyrics

Desiigner – Malibu Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, yeah
CashMoneyAp (Yeah, yeah)
Hey, yeah
Hey, yeah
Hey, hey, hey
Grrrrrawww (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Hey, yeah)
16yrold (Hey, hey, hey)

[Chorus]
I’m with the gang up in Malibu (Yeah)
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you (Yeah)
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edible
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you

[Verse 1]
That nigga drive through with them Challengers
Jump out the window with calibers
I got your bitch in Miami, bruh (Hey)
I got her swallowin’ Xanies, bruh
I got her swallowing Plan B, bruh
Niggas they talk and I smack ’em
Let the geographists map ’em
Then we run up and we clap ’em (Hey)
In the Bentley, I got mad room (Yeah)
And my driver, he a baboon
Bad bitch with Chanel on (Hey)
Next to me with her head down
Watch me hit her with the fast moves
Watch me hit her with the mack moves
Now we gettin’ in the bathroom
Now we gettin’ in the bathroom (Hey)
Now the bed in the bathroom
Gettin’ head in the bathroom
Gettin’ sex in the bathroom
Special Ed. like the classroom

READ Dave East – Phone Jumpin Lyrics ft. Wiz Khalifa

[Bridge 1]
We that, we shred
He that, read that
He dead, we clap
You talk, we crack
She trap, she trap
Need that, need pack
She got pounds, hundred bricks
If a nigga need that

[Verse 2]
I just fuckin’ with the vowels
DJ turnin’ up the volume
Made a song called “Slap A Nigga”
Then I put it on the iTunes
Then I put it on my iTunes
Then I put it on my myTunes
You be lookin’ for it, find tunes
You be tryna go to find tunes
I get it on the iTunes
I be gettin’ it on the iTunes
I be chillin’ with the right goons
And they chillin’ with the rice spoons

[Hook]
I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edibles
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you
I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edibles
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you

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[Bridge 2]
Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench
You niggas
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
I’m ballin’ like it’s
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah

[Verse 3]
Money take trips to my avenue, huh
Bullets fly through on my avenue, huh
You gettin’ hit up, they baggin’ you, huh
Take a roundtrip ’round my avenue, huh
I do not know what that dagger do, huh
You do not know what this swagger do
CashMoneyAp, that swagger rules
CashMoneyAp, that swagger rules
I’m in my thoughts, I’m vanishing
I jump off my jet and don’t land it, bruh
I gave her the Xanies, she Xanied up
I gave her the Xanies, she Xanied up
I gave me some Xanies, I’m Xanie fucked, huh
I gave me some Xanies, I’m Xanie fucked
[?], huh
[?], huh
(Hey!)

READ Desiigner – Talk Regardless Lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edible
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you

Desiigner – Malibu Lyrics

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Meek Mill Says Nicki Minaj Breakup Is A Loss But Drake Beef Is A Win

Two of the main persons that came up when Meek Mill does any interview about his new album Wins & Losses are Nicki Minaj and Drake.

Back in 2015, Meek Mill famous started a beef with Drake on Twitter that spawned the now classic diss record “Back To Back” from Drake. An overwhelming amount of hip hop fans thinks that the Philly rapper took a big L in that beef. Fast forward to December 2016, Meek Mill had a bitter breakup with Nicki Minaj and again a lot of folks in hip hop thinks that he took another L, and now he is agreeing with that assessment, but not the Drake one.

Speaking with Power 99, Meek said that it was a win for him when he beefed with Drake. His argument is that the beef cause a lot of people to leave from around him and now he realized that those people needed to go, so he is happy that they were removed. “It’s always a win,” Meek said. “There was a lot of people around me before that. They thought it slowed down a little bit. I’m spending cake on these dudes left and right. We going 5-star everything. Foreign everything. The minute it looked like it slowed down, I was in the studio with 3-4 people. Had to hustle and get it back, so I needed to remove them. I won. It made me into a monster. They put my back against the wall…It helped me turn into the next level. I was too comfortable. I had Nicki.”

Regarding the Nicki Minaj breakup, Meek Mill says that was a loss because he loved her and has always wanted her his whole life. “Breaking up with anybody you love is a loss,” he added. Meek Mill also spoke about his recent feud with Miami rapper Trick Daddy who went on Instagram and pretty much bans the Philly rapper from going back to Miami, a place he called his city.

2 Chainz & Travis Scott – 4 AM (On DAMN Tour) (Live)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(M-M-M-Murda)
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro

4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs
Your nigga lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas, yeah
Ride with Champagne P
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn

Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’mma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’mma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (its lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’mma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’mma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crew neck
Ooh, on a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
Ooh, talkin’ Tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Trench God, drench God, really
Represent and we the squad, really
TEC got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job sellin’ records
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a truck with the extra
Might use the legs for a necklace

Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’mma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’mma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

Don’t stop trappin’, boy
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Got ’bout twelve racks
Started last night, still goin’
Twelve racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that

Tyler The Creator – November (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Intro]
Say some more, never want to talk about it
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah

[Chorus]
Take me back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup

[Verse 1]
What if Clancy fuckin’ me over?
What if ‘Who Dat Boy’ is rhetorical and this shit is over?
What if I’m hustling backwards?
What if my accountant ain’t payin’ my taxes?
Fillin’ his pockets and IRS show up asking me questions
I couldn’t answer ’cause I was too busy tryna make classics
Boy ain’t got no motherfucking classics
What if my music too weird for the masses?
And I’m only known for tweets more than beats or
All my day ones turn to three, fours ’cause of track seven
Fuck, what if I get stuck?
What if I got comfortable? I gotta keep it buck fifty
What if I lost it all and ended up back in Ladera
At them shitty apartments that’s across the Bank of America
Damn, I would be hurtin’
Writing all of these songs cause Wi-Fi wasn’t working
Last year in total, I put out two verses
But five-seven figures since then, life’s kinda perfect
Oh is it really? Oh is it really? Bitch you know the dealy
Really hilly willy tilly silly, hold that billy how I Milly Rock
When they can’t relate him, when they start to hate him
They don’t drive these cars so what’s their ultimatum?
Tell me, what’s your November? Is it a person?
Mine was the summer ’06, I remember the (*horn*)
What if I thought the brake was the gas? What if I crashed?
What if these deep thoughts was my last?
Let me pull over, quick!

[Chorus]
And drive back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup

[Interlude: scattered voices]
My November was those Odd Future Sundays, where we used to just skate all day
My November was performing with Lil Wayne
My November was awesome, I booked my first feature film
My November was when I was gifted this Getz and Gilberto album
My November was seeing Erykah Badu perform
My November was when my brother took me to first concert ever…
My November was summer 2015 when I fell in love with someone who fucked my whole world up, showed me life through a different
2014, Miami 43rd Street, every day was November

[Bridge]
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
I ain’t doin’ fine, lost my mothafuckin’ mind
Time travel back and help me find
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
"My November is right now"

[Verse 2]
I wrote a song about you, I want your opinion
Opposite of my heart rate, it slows down at the ending
‘Cause the love I got for you has exceeded appearance, the lyrics are
Matter of fact, I’ma just call you, so you can hear it
If you do answer, I’ll play it to state facts
Although I already know the response you gon’ say back
At that point I’ll hang up, disappear and just stay back
And if you don’t I’ll leave a voicemail with the playback

[Outro]
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