Browse Month: December 2017

Bob Radojevic – Foliram (Official Video) 4K

Jedan pogled kupi me
oči joj ko bisto more
podsete me što je glava luda

Gde je noću to grad krije
zbog nje se do jutra pije
ko beskućnik tražim je i lutam

[Refren]
Opet pijem ludujem
lažnu sreću kupujem
nova tura svako veče druga

I mamurna jutra brojim
bez nje ko da ne postojim
lažem lako je bez tebe znam
dobro foliran dobro foliram

Opasni te momci jure
željni nove avanture
daju sve za jednu noć sa tobom

Prelako ih odbiješ
pa me nazad dobiješ
pet svratiš pa mi osmeh vratiš

[Refren] x2
Opet pijem ludujem
lažnu sreću kupujem
nova tura svako veče druga

I mamurna jutra brojim
bez nje ko da ne postojim
lažem lako je bez tebe znam
dobro foliran dobro foliram

Hustle Gang – Want Smoke (feat. T.I., Young Dro, London Jae & Yung Booke)

[Intro: T.I.]
Man, aye
It’s really like Hustle Gang everything
I don’t want no peon round me
Only bosses in my clique, you know what I’m saying?
Get your own shit, run the bag, yo niggaa

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(Boy, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye

[Post-Chorus]
Anyway, what you gonna say?
Foreign boo in our ride, we just gon’ run and play
My bitch is foreign, get your cake up
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
Hustle Gang over everything, shorty you know you don’t want no smoke
(Shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)

[Verse 1: Dro]
This is a rap, this is a trap
That’s lame hoe, she volunteered in the camp
They call me Dro, this a four four
I’m with a out of town broad, she don’t go-go
Stick like a cactus, blow you off the atlas
Run upon you with that Draco
I got my ratchet and I’m rockin’ Coogi
Don’t make me act a fool, don’t make me unload this uzi
I go for the kick, I die for the kick, get money
We saw light on the haze, I shoot ’em the back of the face
I be the first nigga that’s catching a case
I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I’m so G
You can not do me, I’m a certified gangsta
And I’m sponsored by Louis and Ralph
And I’m on they tanner, make them pull them bands out
Make her only stand out, man, what the plan now
Keys in my hand, thirty bricks up in the van now
Fuck you saying now, me and T.I.P. gon’ cash out

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Still do it, looking like I steal your hoe
Still looking, still sing and hear bro
Ain’t hear raise zone
And I know it
Ship it in here like a fake cake
He’s making me a head-case, I think he Fed, bae
You sayin’ he your homeboy, I say he dead weight
No doubt about it, man I bought a new Bentley just so I can be proud about it
Knew it from the beginning that beginning, handle my business
Get all your money and do your time if you get it
Play your position and play dumb as a witness
Stay reminiscing but cap a line for nutrition
Jab it and double what you mean and bail road
R.I.P., O-G-D free me, free Roscoe too, Long Live King Truth
One too many millionaires still rapping
Make you Feel it in the Air Tonight like Phil Collins
Here it coming, pull on you with your side bitch like we got problems
Pistol better not be where you’re riding
You drove all the way and put it on a side bitch
You mean a doe hoe in the red Bentley truck for Saturday, yeah

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, see

[Verse: ]
Full money and power, niggas gonna respect you regardless
Fell sleep last night when I was alone in the car
Whole army of shooters and Wassi’s the sergeant
Too hot, you’ve gotta blow it like a sacred cartridge
Hey, I’m a giant, y’all real small, I cut my hands off before I fear y’all
You suckers ain’t trillville
My chrome still will get to singin’ like Johnny Gil
Nigga, get it how you live it in the street for real
Not the industry, that’s the difference
P gang no sure for hanging, I bet you did
Demanding my respect, niggas dropping, they gon’ get it
I don’t just rap about it, my city’ll tell you that I live it [?]

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, nigga, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye
[?]
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
[?]
(Shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
[?]
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)

James Blake – Vincent

[Verse 1]
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

[Chorus]
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

[Verse 2]
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in a violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

[Chorus]
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

[Bridge]
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could’ve told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

[Verse 3]
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn on the bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

[Outro]
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will

Dave East – Legendary

Intro: DJ Holiday and Dave East]
Let me fix my motherfucking crown, nigga
Knock a little dust off this bitch
DJ Holiday
Dave East
King of Harlem
For all you niggas that hated
This yo’ karma, nigga
Uh
Started with nothing, now I’m up in Neiman’s with 20 bands
I did the [?] and we dried the coke with the ceiling fan
I got the drop on my target, my niggas was marching on Million Man
I’m up in Harlem with all of my diamonds…

[Verse: Dave East]
Uh
Started with nothing, now I’m up in Neiman’s with 20 bands
I did the [?] and we dried the coke with the ceiling fan
I got the drop on my target, my niggas was marching on Million Man
I’m up in Harlem with all of my diamonds on feeling like Killa Cam
Tell every nigga hating on me they could suck a dick
They know I could fuck they bitch
I probably hit me a hundred licks
We was really in that Crown Vic
All I need me is a down bitch
To take the product out of town quick
Can’t be nervous, you around this
Louis got me wearing brown kicks
Looking like I stepped in dog shit
Bringing all my niggas on the road with me, I ain’t chilling ’til we all rich
Nowadays, ain’t gotta call chicks
Porsche drop with the fog tints
Jumping out of it like a frog do, kiss the plug wife when I walked in
I ain’t got time for the talking
Killed them early, that’s abortion
Everyday a nigga fresh, looking like I stepped right up by the coffin
Told my driver back the Porsche in
You want a feature, can’t afford it
I bet I fuck her ’til the morning
This foreign like 100 horses
GG5 in the Backwood, got the car smelling like horse shit
All of my bitches is gorgeous
VVS is sitting flawless
I popped two percs and I’m nauseous
I got your bitch sitting court side
Fifty thousand to my lawyers the reason I’m sitting in court high
Karma
What goes around comes around, I hope you got some armor
Got yo’ bitch in Banihana, she tryna change me like Obama
Eyes on the Fendi monster, staring at you niggas staring at me
LV Supreme the bomb
Hot temper need to [?]
Most of my denim is Fear of God
Only thing I ever fear was God
It was so hard to go get it, y’all
If they had that powder, we get it hard
I ain’t got beef with no rap nigga
Say my name we gon’ go get him robbed
Diamonds cold like when the heater off
You got some money, nigga, we can talk
I don’t even take a weekend off
Everyday feel like a holiday
I’m only fucking with the legendary niggas, so I had to get with Holiday
I get the drop from a block away
You was that nigga, but not today
I’m in for the change, you here for the fame, if you in the game, learn how to play
All gas we don’t touch breaks
I wore Gucci for two months straight
12 pounds in a Mustang
Your hands never touched weight
Your hands never touched guap
Downtown on a dust block
Hear this blowin’ if this truck stop
Two words, nigga, "fuck cops"
Catch you lackin’ by the bus stop
Awaiting on your train, homie
Blue and whites askin’ ’bout me in the streets, but they ain’t got a thing on me
Just trappin’ like they ain’t on us
Not a day I step out and they ain’t on me
This nut in my pocket enormous
State to state with the Glock while I’m touring

[Outro: DJ Holiday]
This that Karma shit
All you lil niggas move over, let the big dogs eat
It’s the big dog table
You don’t belong here
Dave East
Shit
Holiday
East side of Harlem

Lil Wayne – 5 Star (feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Tunechi
Barbie
Young Money

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I been smoking gas, killin’ bitches
Man, I feel just like a gang-star
Cover up my face like a ninja
In this Alexander Wang scarf
I’mma drop a bag, they gon’ pull up
And then they gon’ let them things off
I ain’t switchin’ up my hairstyle
But my niggas let it bang off

Percocets and Addies, lookin’ for a fuck I could give
All these hatin’ bitches plottin’ why they can’t let me live
Me and Weezy in Liv
When my album drop these bitches is gon’ cry in the car
All your yes-men out here lyin’, had you dyin’ to spar
You was tryin’ too hard

I’m out here livin’ though, I am out here livin’ though
Me and Tunechi winnin’ though
Slimes out here twinnin’ though
I am on my pivot though
I am just so pivotal
Bands, I go get it though
Weezy on his pedestal

A lot of gang shit, a whole lot of gang shit
All these plaques is piling up, it’s no where to hang shit
These bitches pussy though
Pushed them out my pussy though
Niggas want my cookie though
‘Cause it taste like cookie dough

Smoke, I got a free pack
Flow sick, get a Z-pack
Niggas don’t mean my race when they say she blacked
I am the Queen (Facts)
I’m everything she lacks
Bitch get on your kneecap
I don’t mean C. Kaep
I’ll get you checked, pussy, I’ll get you a free pap
You bitches don’t ball out, you get your QB sacked
I’m OBJ hoes, break records like ankles
I’ve been that bitch since ice cream with the sprinkles
Tell ’em carry on, they gon’ miss me when I’m gone
I’m gone

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion
Got them feelin’ like they five stars
Your hoes throwin’ fits, my bitches patient
Man, I feel just like a doctor
Pop some X for my exotic dancer
She start crying and said her job hard
Switch her whip out, put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Honda

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Cocaine on her navel, lick it so my tongue can go HAM
Put my face up in her pussy and my thumb in her ass
Make her do the jumpman, ayy
I put her face down in the pillow, ’bout to smother her ass
A fly yellow bone to me, I told her to come get a tan
Now she butter pecan
Oh, I got a Draco in the sofa
An Eggo in the toaster
A cradle in the chocha
The yayo doin’ yoga
And I wake up, smell the Folgers
I don’t know how I woke up
‘Cause I was in a coma
But now I’m in the moment
Wearing high socks on the front porch
Two cups with the mud flowin’
The plug ain’t charge me nothin’ for it
I cried tears of fuckin’ joy
"LV"s on my luggage, boy
Don’t ask me where I’m fuckin’ goin’
I pull up with my skaters
Make them beat you with their fuckin’ boards
Sharp shooters like pool sharks
Shoot you down in the Walmart
Shoot you down in the parking lot
Shoot you down in the food court
Hit your crib in the steamboat
And dissapear on the speedboat
Act a jackass like Steve-o
Then disappear like Ne-Yo
Leave a red flag on your screen door
Leave a red flag around your queen’s throat
Leave a blood stain on your mink floor
Like a red stain on clean snow
That money gang, Five-hundred gang
On that money train, and we walking ’round with bloody fangs
Playin’ hunger games; mmm-yummy, man
And we storm the block like the thunder came
When my youngest came, that’s your mother’s name
Hit the address, knockin’ down picture frames and other things
Throwing up peace signs like stomach pains
Sugar cane get took to Spain
A kilo fell and it shook the plane
A nigga screamed, the hoes wouldn’t complain
I brought the AK with the knife, so the butcher came
And the Nina came, and her sister came
And what’s her name
He’ll book a bang
You don’t even know where to put the blame, that’s cold

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion
Got them feelin’ like they five stars
Your hoes throwin’ fits, my bitches patient
Man, I feel just like a doctor
Pop some X for my exotic dancer
She start crying and said her job hard
Switch her whip out, put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Honda

[Outro]
Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Mazda
Put her ass up in a dumb Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Smart Car
Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Kia
Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Uber
That’s some sick shit

Hopsin – Simon Says (Freestyle)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, niggas better lay low, I swear this ain’t no game bro
Asking for blessings won’t prevent you from being preyed on
See I ain’t underground or commercial, I’m in the grey zone
I had bars back when Verizon was making payphones
Niggas say that Hop fell off, I’m yelling "How, stupid?"
Y’all ain’t never eating but verbally making bowel movements
Better bow, you in the presence of wild coon shit
Fuck y’all, you gave me the mic knowing I’ll lose it
My style’s too sick, boy I’ve been programmed with pro raps
All these niggas’ tinder as fuck but still no match
I’m a nice guy but when I’m in front of the notepad
It’s fuck it, dawg, off with his head, shit it’ll grow back
How you claim to be ill when your career ain’t never seen a sequel
Niggas ain’t playing you in they Beats Pill
I could touch lives through the speaker, 3D skills
Stop it boy, I’m on a roll like TV film
I remember niggas didn’t fuck with me, dawg
The tables turned, now we’re even, damn, what are the odds?
There must be a God, you fuck with the ugliest broads
Your hands out, it better be for a lovely applause
Otherwise do not bother
Undercover Prodigy, how could I not prosper?
I am the godfather, style’s beyond proper
Fuck you little lame ass wannabe Hop bloggers mooching off Hop’s dollars
You niggas ain’t shit, you wish you were shot callers
So y’all can get fucked like I do at massage parlors
I’m in and out the Matrix, shit I utilize both
The Grim reaper, you and I know
Will you survive? No
Once this whack MCs find out I crucify souls
They’ll be calling the number on Logic’s suicide song

Shy Glizzy – Loving Me

[Intro]
Young Jefe, ayy

[Chorus]
These niggas talk that bullshit but they don’t want no pressure
Laser on the Glock, boy I spot you then I wet you
Heard some niggas in the city after the finesser
I’m probably with your shawty, you won’t ever see her ever
She had a lot of niggas, she ain’t had a nigga better
Ain’t fuckin’ with you niggas, she say Jefe get her wetter
Can’t take you to my house but baby I can give you pleasure
Put it in your mouth and you’ll be loving me forever

[Verse 1]
He buggin’ her, he miss her, but she beggin’ me to hit her
He can’t get his bitch back ’cause she with a nigga triller
Just the other day I heard they found my nigga’s killer
10K on the tray, I want that nigga in a zipper
Sippin’ on this dirty and I’m with my nigga 30
Bitch we keep them thirties ’cause these niggas playin’ dirty
The more you acting scary then the faster you get buried
And a nigga ain’t got no worries ’cause I shoot that bitch like Curry
I’m her number one contender, she like bitches on the low
I’m the one she gon’ remember, have her walking pigeon-toed
Yeah I come up off them stones, tell ’em some to get note
Got a bad redbone, told her get it on the floor

[Chorus]
These niggas talk that bullshit but they don’t want no pressure
Laser on the Glock, boy I spot you then I wet you
Heard some niggas in the city after the finesser
I’m probably with your shawty, you won’t ever see her ever
She had a lot of niggas, she ain’t had a nigga better
Ain’t fuckin’ with you niggas, she say Jefe get her wetter
Can’t take you to my house but baby I can give you pleasure
Put it in your mouth and you’ll be loving me forever

[Verse 2]
Love me for eternity or please don’t love me never
Oops I think she on to me so girl let’s get this cheddar
Never been a webster baby, c’mon let me test you
Glizzy I’m a weapon shawty I do protecting
Went some places last winter, one vacation I remember
Back to the first night when I took lil ma to dinner
Was lookin’ like a Kim but she was acting like a Jenner
She say she gon’ hold me down, ooh I think I got a winner
Young nigga from the streets, young nigga gotta eat
Young nigga I feel your pain, young nigga that once was me
I was standing out in that rain, tellin’ my lord don’t sell my tree
Now I got diamonds all in my chain, niggas they sat all in my seat

[Chorus]
These niggas talk that bullshit but they don’t want no pressure
Laser on the Glock, boy I spot you then I wet you
Heard some niggas in the city after the finesser
I’m probably with your shawty, you won’t ever see her ever
She had a lot of niggas, she ain’t had a nigga better
Ain’t fuckin’ with you niggas, she say Jefe get her wetter
Can’t take you to my house but baby I can give you pleasure
Put it in your mouth and you’ll be loving me forever

Madeintyo & Metro Boomin – MadeinBOOMIN

[Intro]

Hey, TPC
Made in Metro (Skrt Skrt)
(Metro Boomin’ want some more nigga)

[Verse 1]
Hey, I remember when these bitches didn’t fuck with me (hey)
Now these bitches wanna fuck with me (skrt skrt)
Cause i’m getting to the top I feel so cozy (sauce)
I’m at the game i’m on the floor you on the nosebleeds (woah)
Is this really how you wanna do it? (sauce)
All these rappers actin’ like they fucking with my music (ugh)
I keep on going, keep on going
I might never stop (woah)
You get one song you get one chance
You niggas think you hot? (haha)
And we just dropped that made in boomin’
I might take your spot (oh oh)
Brooklyn for the weekend yup I’m fuckin’ up the drop (hey)
And when you make them nigga friends why they copy? (skr)
And I just want that rari pullin’ up to [?] (skr skr)
And I can’t do that nine to five I need that extra cheese (sauce)
I heard she bout to leave a nigga he smoke bad weed (ugh)
These normal bitches say my lifestyle too lavish (woah)
It’s Metro TYO yuh I’m going savage
I fell in love with ratchet bitches that’s the shit I like (woah)
The type to smoke my blunt and eat up all my fried rice (ugh)
And she a sneaky bih she creeping on my timeline (skr skr)
I whispered in her ear like bitch come get these hundens
She my type yuh (skr skr), that hoe pipe yuh (hey)
Like every night yuh (whoa), I get her right yuh (sauce)
She my type yuh (skr skr), that hoe pipe yuh (yuh)
That whole [?] yuh, that Gary Night yuh
I get her right yuh, and she my type yuh
That hoe pipe yuh that Gary Night yuh
And she my type yuh
And she my type yuh
That hoe pipe yuh
Like Gary Night yuh
Young metro in this bih yuh
Young Tokyo in this yuh
Made in Boomin in this bih yuh
Yeah woah
Woah woah
Woah woah

The Underachievers – Rep The Set

[Hook: AK]
Rep the set, for claiming neutral
Twist my fingers, like I’m muted
Niggas act up, shoot a movie
Make ’em backup, with the uzi
No contractor, get excluded
We let loose on all intruders
Find my peace from smoking Buddha
Turn my dreams into my future ay

[Verse 1: AK]
I get racks all day, I smoke packs all day
I’m the great, call me Cassius Clay
Sting you with that Ray okay, let’s go
Highly medicated dro
In my lungs that’s all I blow
Your girl know me as the Pope
She speak in tongues I bless her soul
Soon as I hit it, I quit it, I’m ghost
Ain’t got no time to be checking these hoes
Finish the pack, hit the block, where the dope
And the shit get to high, but it ain’t for the low
From the beginning, we seen it, no need to be hidden, just stick to motherfucking code
Breaking the system like I was the [?]
But I ain’t the one that be liking the smoke
Got some shooters here with me, they strapped with the pole
And the [?] that’s when I tell them to blow
Told my momma don’t panic I’m king in the throne
Had to go in on my own
Reppin’ the trey ’til I’m gone

[Hook: AK]
Rep the set, for claiming neutral
Twist my fingers, like I’m muted
Niggas act up, shoot a movie
Make ’em backup, with the uzi
No contractor, get excluded
We let loose on all intruders
Find my peace from smoking Buddha
Turn my dreams into my future ay

[Verse 2: Solace]
Godly living, but the son of Satan
I don’t run from fire, learning to embrace it
There’s a beast living, and he can’t contain it
I’m like Naruto a nine-tail in my [?]
I just sniff and blow by the kilo
I mix the henny with the [?]
Shorty on her knees like a [?]
Trying to send a prayer with a neck
I got the best, sippin’ gelato the meds
I twist it and burn up the bandz
Hop out and flex
[?]
I’m mixin’ and sippin’ the tech
I blow the finest crops
Rubber band round my knot’s
It’s thicker then all you got
I call the shots
[?]
These niggas be [?]
Niggas shootin with no aim
Hittin anybody standin what we sprayin
[?]
[?]
Shorty fucked me in the Range Rove
Told me thank you it was like her main goal
Niggas moving when I say so
And I’d do the same for my main bros

[Hook: AK]
Rep the set, for claiming neutral
Twist my fingers, like I’m muted
Niggas act up, shoot a movie
Make ’em backup, with the uzi
No contractor, get excluded
We let loose on all intruders
Find my peace from smoking Buddha
Turn my dreams into my future ay

Kaytranada – One Too Many (feat. Phonte)

To the left, take it back y’all now
One night on the scene
And they can see you
Living like a star
New Playboy fatigue
They don’t believe that
It’s tearing you apart
All I really want
Is just a night at home with her by candlelight
But until I find that girl
I’m gonna hit the floor and we gon jam tonight
Just can’t settle down not right now
Whatcha need and whatcha like
Drinks and girls of every type
I had one too many
Sexy girls and city lights
Planes and transatlantic flights
I had one too many
One night on the scene and I can see you moving in the dark
I don’t want to leave and can’t pretend to cause it’s not in my heart
All I really want
Is just a night at home with her by candlelight
But until I find that girl
I’m gonna hit the floor and we gon jam tonight
Want to settle down not right now
What you need and what you like
Drinks and girls of any type
I had one too many
Sexy girls and city lights
Planes and transatlantic flights
I had one too many
Breaking down your defenses
In my arms yes you’re defenseless
Like you in court with a public defendant
Star witness wanna sing?
But if you on the team?
We gon swing for the fences
When it’s go time on that goal line
Shit, I be making the call
Just gimme the ball I’ll get you the inches
Broads my age talkin marriage and babies
And I’m like been there done it, boss
The young gals wanna love me long time
But then you gotta listen to ‘em talk
Talkin me, me, me like she bout to single acapella on the steps of City Hall
Some set the bar, some raise the bar
I’ve passed the bar
Lemme get you off
I had one too many

Trinidad James – Black Santa

[Intro]
(Yeah…)
(Oh, Christmas, oh)
(Oh my Christmas time)
(This ain’t Chrismas time (2x))

[Verse 1]
Hey
Didn’t get shit for Christmas
Cause my momma, she a Witness
And my daddy, he a Christian
But I’m on that nigga shit list
I don’t trust in Santa Claus
Because that ain’t my religion
I be buyin’ gifts
For my myself and other people children’s, bitch
Christmas season, baby
Niggas robbin’ and they killin’
Drop a bomb down your chimney
Watch it blow-blow-blow
Black Santa, red bands
I’m on these hoe-hoe-hoes
I got gifts in my trunk
I’m smoking mistletoe

[Hook 2x]
Black Santa, Black Santa
Every hood know me
Black Santa, Black Santa
All my kids love me
Black Santa, Black Santa
You don’t need a Christmas tree
Black Santa, Black Santa
Everybody gon’ eat

[Verse 2]
Jewish nigga, Hanukkah
Black Santa, Kwanzaa
Black Santa, run it up
Black Santa, save it up
Black Santa, drip it in
Some Kinte clothes
I swear all my jewelry burr
Like it’s from North Pole
I ain’t climbin’ on the roof
Still doin’ back door
Single parent household
Getting heat from a stove
Kid sleepin’ on the floor
Cause we so ghetto
Black Santa give you iPhone
But it’s still Metro

[Hook 2x]
Black Santa, Black Santa
Every hood know me
Black Santa, Black Santa
All my kids love me
Black Santa, Black Santa
You don’t need a Christmas tree
Black Santa, Black Santa
Everybody gon’ eat

[Outro]
Black Santa, Black Santa [3x]
Black Santa, Black Santa (Oh, Christmas, oh)
Black Santa, Black Santa (Oh my Christmas time)
Black Santa, Black Santa (This ain’t Christmastime) [4x]
Black Santa, Black Santa

Nick Jonas – Home (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]
Always out of place, I knew I needed something new for me
I never knew just what that was, yeah
Finding something safe was just like trying to catch a bird in flight
I knew that I would never touch

[Pre-Chorus]
But now I won’t let go
‘Cause I’m happy to call this

[Chorus]
Home
No more running
I’m good knowing
That I belong
(Happy to call this)
Home
I got loving
Inside this island
Don’t care who knows it
(Happy to call this)
Home
(Oh way oh, oh way oh, oh way oh)

[Verse 2]
Shedding all that insecurity, I kind of found a new me
I’m OK with how that feels, yeah
Being me was hard enough so being someone else was too much
All I want is something real

[Pre-Chorus]
Now I won’t let go
‘Cause I’m happy to call this

[Chorus]
Home
No more running
I’m good knowing
That I belong
(Happy to call this)
Home
I got loving
Inside this island
Don’t care who knows it
(Happy to call this)
Home
(Oh way oh, oh way oh, oh way oh)

[Bridge]
Home is where you’re happy
Home is when you’re right where you should be
Find where you’re happy
‘Cause I’m happy to call this

[Chorus]
Home
No more running
I’m good knowing
That I belong
(Happy to call this)
Home
I got loving
Inside this island
Don’t care who knows it
(Happy to call this)
Home
(Oh way oh, oh way oh, oh way oh)

Verse Simmonds – Liquor & Misunderstanding

[Chorus]
Last night I mixed Patron with the Henney
Last night I said some things that I shouldn’t
Last night I took it too far and you took it all wrong
Liquor and misunderstanding

[Verse 1]
Baby I went too hard
Baby I went too far
Why you gotta be such a wild card
I can never predict what you’re on
Simple conversations turn to interrogation
Now we fucking up the room out in Vegas
Say whatever just to get in your feelings
Tell the security to mind their business
And no that nigga ain’t me
You know that nigga ain’t fly though
You must be sipping out the bottle
Its getting hard to see the difference between you and these models
Guess that’s where it all went wrong
Saying things we can never take back
In a glass house throwing stones

[Chorus]
Last night I mixed Patron with the Henney
Last night I said some things that I shouldn’t
Last night I took it too far and you took it all wrong
Liquor and misunderstanding
Last night I mixed Patron with the Henney
Last night I said some things that I shouldn’t
Last night I took it too far and you took it all wrong
Liquor and misunderstanding

[Verse 2]
I guess that liquor and feelings don’t mix
I know that I’m out of line when you get me to calling you bitch
I know my mama ain’t raised me to talk to no woman like this
How do you get the worst out of me
You know I could never be proud of that
But fuck it ain’t no really going back
To the way things used to
I ain’t never been what you used to
All the bullshit that you do
Its going to make me find a new you
Guess that’s where it all went wrong
Saying things we can never take back
In a glass house throwing stones

[Chorus]
Last night I mixed Patron with the Henney
Last night I said some things that I shouldn’t
Last night I took it too far and you took it all wrong
Liquor and misunderstanding
Last night I mixed Patron with the Henney
Last night I said some things that I shouldn’t
Last night I took it too far and you took it all wrong
Liquor and misunderstanding

[Outro]
In a glass house throwing stones
You know that nigga ain’t me
Saying things we can never take back

Lil Xan – No Love

Yeah, ay, wha? yeah

You don’t love me tho
You don’t want me tho ay
You don’t love me tho ay
You don’t love me hoe yeah
You don’t love me tho yeah ay
You don’t want me hoe yeah ay
You don’t love me tho yeah ay
You don’t want me hoe yeah yeah

I smoked vanilla ways roll
She ain’t having money we’re oh
She acts like a bitch, yeah, she gon’ swallow my kids yeah
Putting my goon in her face oh
Pull away I need some space oh
I do not feel like I’m chained uh
[?]

You don’t love me tho
You don’t want me tho ay
You don’t love me tho ay
You don’t love me hoe yeah
You don’t love me tho yeah ay
You don’t want me hoe yeah ay
You don’t love me tho yeah ay
You don’t want me hoe yeah yeah

I like fucking hoes
I don’t care if she thick
I put my dick in that bih what?
I like fucking hoes
I don’t care if she thick
I put my dick in that bih what?
I put my dick in that bih what?
Wha? Wha? Wha? Wha? Wha? Wha? Wha?
Ay

You don’t love me tho
You don’t want me tho ay
You don’t love me tho ay
You don’t love me hoe yeah
You don’t love me tho yeah ay
You don’t want me hoe yeah ay
You don’t love me tho yeah ay
You don’t want me hoe yeah yeah

Outta booth, outta booth, ay I’m outta booth
Haha oh fuck yeah, Xanarchy gang bitch

Xanarchy

Lloyd Banks – End Of An Era (Freestyle)

Banks
Check it
Yo
Ringing on your line like whats your favorite scary movie
Terrorizing here to Sydney tap your kidney with the toolie
Ima need my fucking money like sours told by Mookie
Had you jumping out the window hopping fences like the stookies
Box cutter tucker back when I be acting snoopy
Nigga miss me with the deuces taking shotys blast and move me
Known to make it gloomy won’t be honored when they choose me
I survived the gunfire fuck a comet going do to me
We dont go for threats so watch the way you talk around me
Better pumps your fucking breaks I had to park you like Jabari
Yea yea I came in like gorilas til they stomp you out the party
Trying to show off to these bitches can’t sponsor out here probably
Shit I never had the time for hating tools for domination
Threesomes for minuscule purposes bring the chronic cases
Made it from the underground wrote all my names around the basement
VVS target practice raise aim out the bracelet
Been the nicest niggas pretending they won’t acknowledge it
The one your local mc secretly got a problem with
Magnum fully loaded still left overs from my rookie clip
Professional curve a bmw had me pussy whip
Patience standard in your passport you never took the trip
My mirror took it in memories flashbacks when I look at it
You freezing out here trying to find a loophole too cold
Told my jeweler like my timepieces two tone blue gold
Keep em changing every day I miss the news though new code
Ain’t the cheddar got the cover of the crew blown you told
Outages from me shocking the world thats black energy
Balling want to lock niggas up like Pat Beverly
Last cd was 45 cases I’m back desert E
Gun pass to all my receivers mental telepathy
Raise the complexity it takes longer to get things by
Bullet wound in your size envious shit brings wild
In the machines it becomes easier to gas off pile
Shooting for the stars you trying to block the shot foul
Sometimes I resurrect my old style
Never changed when they changed up then, I won’t now
Yea
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