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[Chorus: DEV]
I know you see me (see me)
Wishing you could be me (be me)
Money making, paper taking
I only talking hundreds, baby
I know you see me (see me)
Wishing you could be me (be me)
Money making, paper taking
I only talking hundreds, baby (let's go)
[Verse 1: Jeremy Greene]
I'm talking hundreds now
Just start throwin' now
The girlies stutter, s-stutter
When they come 'round me now (let's go)
Droptops and Bentleys now
One show is fifty thou'
Your girlfriend jockin', she jockin'
Might have to take her down (here we go)
[Pre-Chorus: Jeremy Greene]
So if you've got money
Won't you throw it up
Won't you throw it up
Come on, throw it up (let's go)
I said if you've got money
Won't you throw it up
Won't you throw it up
Won't you throw it up (let's go)
[Chorus: DEV]
I know you see me (see me)
Wishing you could be me (be me)
Money making, paper taking
I only talking hundreds, baby
I know you see me (see me)
Wishing you could be me (be me)
Money making, paper taking
I only talking hundreds, baby (let's go)
[Instrumental Break: DEV & Fatman Scoop]
Hundreds
Hundreds, baby
(Let's go)
[Verse 2: Jeremy Greene]
Come see me in your town (oh)
G6 I'm touching down (oh)
Just leave your boyfriend at home
We're keeping some secrets now (let's go)
I'm throwing hundreds 'round (what's up)
I'm 'bout to put it down (oh)
Champagne is poppin', it's poppin'
I'm 'bout to shut it down (here we go now)
[Pre-Chorus: Jeremy Greene]
So if you've got money
Won't you throw it up
Won't you throw it up
Come on, throw it up (let's go)
I said if you've got money
Won't you throw it up
Won't you throw it up
Won't you throw it up (let's go)
[Chorus: DEV]
I know you see me (see me)
Wishing you could be me (be me)
Money making, paper taking
I only talking hundreds, baby
I know you see me (see me)
Wishing you could be me (be me)
Money making, paper taking
I only talking hundreds, baby
[Instrumental Break: DEV & Fatman Scoop]
Hundreds
(Let's go)
[Chorus: DEV]
I know you see me (see me)
Wishing you could be me (be me)
Money making, paper taking
I only talking hundreds, baby
I know you see me (see me)
Wishing you could be me (be me)
Money making, paper taking
I only talking hundreds, baby (let's go)
[Instrumental Break: DEV]
Hundreds
Hundreds, baby
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[Intro: Nyzzy Nyce]
Yeah
It's Nyzzy (uh)
Hit the club, shut it down (ha)
Show me love when I come in town
Hit the club
Yeah, uh
[Chorus: Nyzzy Nyce]
Hit the club then we shut it down (ha)
'Cause bitches show me love when I come in town (come in town)
If you ain't gettin' money then I'm not around (uh uh)
And we gon' pour this liquor 'til we all drown (hey)
It's alright to get fucked up (yeah)
So if you're down, girl, what's up (what's up)
LIke a K, let a nigga pound it (HMG, ha, it's Nyzzy)
Let me show you that I'm really 'bout it ('bout it)
[Verse 1: Nyzzy Nyce]
Shut it down nigga, shut it down (shut it down)
And tell that bartender bring another round (bring another round)
I been a real nigga, ten toes down (yeah)
It's still pimps up nigga, hoes down (ha)
Nigga went to Paris, blew a whole pound (smokin')
Celibate about the money, we don't fuck around (uh)
Got champagne for the ones that stuck around (what up)
Mayweather to pussy how a nigga pound
I spend the dough, to make the dough right back (yeah)
I'll take control, I know she gon' like that (haha)
I could eat better if you was on the menu (yeah)
You already know what we finna do, hey
[Chorus: Nyzzy Nyce]
Hit the club then we shut it down (ha)
'Cause bitches show me love when I come in town (come in town)
If you ain't gettin' money then I'm not around (uh uh)
And we gon' pour this liquor 'til we all drown (hey)
It's alright to get fucked up (yeah)
So if you're down, girl, what's up (what's up)
LIke a K, let a nigga pound it (ha)
Let me show you that I'm really 'bout it (ha)
[Verse 2: Nyzzy Nyce]
Step up in the club, every bitch on me
Said she feel some type of way 'cause I'm a rich homie (yeah)
Plus she said her boyfriend ain't got shit on me (got shit)
Then she whispered in my ear like "put the dick on me" (Nyzzy)
Haha, girl you crazy
I was born in the eighties, tongue game is amazing (yeah)
We ain't havin' no babies (yeah), can't fuck if you lazy
I smoke a lot of weed so my thoughts is hazy (i'm high)
Gon' get girl, gon' gon' get it (gon' get it)
Batter up, throw that pussy, then I'm gon' hit it (gon' hit it)
Still puttin' numbers up like a touchdown (touchdown)
And you know what it is when I touch down (hey)
[Chorus: Nyzzy Nyce]
Hit the club then we shut it down (ha)
'Cause bitches show me love when I come in town (come in town)
If you ain't gettin' money then I'm not around (uh uh)
And we gon' pour this liquor 'til we all drown (hey)
It's alright to get fucked up (yeah)
So if you're down, girl, what's up (what's up)
LIke a K, let a nigga pound it (ha)
Let me show you that I'm really 'bout it ('bout it)
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[Intro: Riff Raff]
We stay gone
Riff Raff
[Chorus: Spadez]
We the party people
Mix redbull with the Clicquot
That's what we be sippin' on
You know we be hella gone (tonight, tonight)
Hella gone (tonight, tonight)
We be hella gone (tonight, tonight)
Tonight we be hella gone
[Verse 1: Riff Raff]
(Uh)
Suckas wanna play, I'ma ride grey
Two story mansion on gateway
The games I play not to be confused
I dropped outta school 'cause I'm allergic to rules
I'm the camp counselor, better talk to the bouncer
I done sold an ounce next to the codeine water fountain
I stay tardy, rap game Party McHardy
I'm Flash Gordon, iPhone five chargin'
Jump out the Aston Martin, fuck valet parkin'
I park my helicopter on top of the sergeant...car
Bitch, I'll buy the whole bar
You lookin' for me on Earth...bitch, I'm on Mars
And Saturn
My wardrobe Gucci pattern
I'm all about me, motherfuck a rap battle and
Big Ballin', that's the clique I claim
You should be ashamed for rockin' a middle of the mall chain
[Chorus: Spadez]
We the party people
Mix redbull with the Clicquot
That's what we be sippin' on
You know we be hella gone (tonight, tonight)
Hella gone (tonight, tonight)
We be hella gone (tonight, tonight)
Tonight we be hella gone
[Verse 2: Deniro Farrar]
And I'm sippin' liquor straight, no chaser
Bitch keep lookin' at me, I'ma take ya
Back to the crib for some deep penetration
Goose got her loose, now the bitch gettin' naked
She gon' give it up, I ain't never had to take it
Sayin' she in love but we never even dated
Tryin' to run game but a bitch can't play me
Mud in my Sprite got a nigga so lazy
Rollin' on a molly, now a nigga so faded
Slide through the club, all the bad hoes wavin'
She ain't tryna fuck then her friend is replacement
I'm bussin' on her face, I ain't havin' no babies
Took so many drugs that a nigga 'bout faded
Fuckin' 'round with Riff Raff, that n*gga crazy
Spadez got them hoes in the pool gettin' naked
Them big booty bitches with them lil bitty waist's
That shit crazy
[Chorus: Spadez]
We the party people
Mix redbull with the Clicquot
That's what we be sippin' on
You know we be hella gone (tonight, tonight)
Hella gone (tonight, tonight)
We be hella gone (tonight, tonight)
Tonight we be hella gone
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fwtt (feat. shady blaze)
01:36
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[Intro]
Mmm, Spadez in this bitch
[Chorus: Shady Blaze]
Some people get high (get high), some people get low (get low)
Some people live fast, most people die slow
A nigga on green, I'm always on go (bow)
They yappin' they mouths, but they just don't know
It's fuck what they talkin', I get money anyway
Fuck what they talkin', I get money anyway
Fuck what they talkin', I get money anyway
Fuck what they talkin', I get money anyway
Get money anyway
Fuck what they talkin', I get money anyway
Fuck what they talkin', I get money anyway
Fuck what they talkin', I get money anyway (go)
[Verse 1: Shady Blaze]
I'm only doin' what I gotta do to win
A hooligan from Oakland, California and I'm movin' man
Even though everything is positive, that is the mood I'm in
Woman of my life keep on takin' advice from her stupid friends
Anger buildin', these bitches always yappin' they mouths
Ain't got no lives, so they speakin' on mine
When a nigga in the dark, as soon as he get shine
When a nigga in the dark, as soon as he get shine
Steady keepin' it together, nobody breakin' me
Call me a hater, but when they need a favor, they came to me
But when they was down and out, them mothafuckas was blamin' me
Only grindin' for me, and only me, nobody changin' me
Now what... *bow*
[Chorus: Shady Blaze]
Some people get high (get high), some people get low (get low)
Some people live fast, most people die slow
A nigga on green, I'm always on go (bow)
They yappin' they mouths, but they just don't know
Fuck what they talkin', I get money anyway
(get money anyway, get money anyway, get money anyway)
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[Intro: Deniro Farrar]
KOBK the murda gang
What's happenin'
[Chorus: Deniro Farrar]
Man, them niggas be creepin'
They ridin' in them four doors with them shotty's
Homicide, boy they 'bout to catch a body
Them niggas always creepin'
They quick to hit your block and leave it silent
Finger itchin', they just want to shoot somebody
'Cause them niggas always creepin'
They ridin' in them four doors with them shotty's
Homicide, boy they 'bout to catch a body
Them niggas always creepin'
They quick to hit your block and leave it silent
Finger itchin', they just want to shoot somebody
Boy, them niggas always creepin'
[Verse 1: Deniro Farrar]
Now I don't know what you heard, and I don't care who you kin to
When them choppas go to bussin', better duck or they gon' hit you
You got a slick mouth, be careful who you offend
'Cause them pistols is for bussin', pussy, and that ain't for pretend
Bullets goin' through your kin, mama, daddies and cousins
Last nigga played live, found out that he really wasn't
Them choppas hold a hundred, we got 'em by the dozen
You can run up if you want, but my lil' shooters, they ain't bluffin'
Line 'em up and shoot 'em down, blow 'em up and chalk 'em out
Then we spin they block again, and see what they talkin' 'bout
Say you beefin' with us nigga, what the fuck we talkin' 'bout?
Bullets seekin', niggas leakin' when them choppas comin' out
Fuck you patnas, we got choppas, we see what your patnas 'bout
Everybody say they strapped, everybody say they creep
But them pussy ass niggas, they don't ride like me
I be dressed in all black with a two two three
And I be...
[Chorus: Deniro Farrar]
Creepin'
They ridin' in them four doors with them shotty's
Homicide, boy they 'bout to catch a body
Them niggas always creepin'
They quick to hit your block and leave it silent
Finger itchin', they just want to shoot somebody
'Cause them niggas always creepin'
They ridin' in them four doors with them shotty's
Homicide, boy they 'bout to catch a body
Them niggas always creepin'
They quick to hit your block and leave it silent
Finger itchin', they just want to shoot somebody
Boy, them niggas always creepin'
[Verse 2: Paul Fisher]
Ridin' with my chopper with the scope on it (scope on it)
If I see the opposition, I'ma blow somethin' (bow, bow)
Creepin' 'round the city, it's like four somethin'
Niggas disrespectin' so I gotta shoot somethin' (fuck nigga)
All my niggas in the cut, dawg (yeah)
I grab the nine, hold that bitch sideways like I'm O-Dog (damn)
Shoot a nigga, then I roll off (skrt)
AR fifteen, two two threes, shoot his arm off (fuck nigga)
I ain't really 'bout to play nigga (nah)
Where you talkin', you'll lay nigga, put you in the grave nigga
Ay, what the fuck you say nigga? (what?)
I know where ya mama stay nigga, tear her out the frame nigga
Call Creep, now we creepin' for a fuck nigga (fuck nigga)
Arm out the window, I'm 'bout to dump nigga (dump nigga)
They say I'm real crazy 'cause I slump niggas
He yelled out CK, now he dead nigga (yeah)
[Chorus: Deniro Farrar]
Creepin'
They ridin' in them four doors with them shotty's
Homicide, boy they 'bout to catch a body
Them niggas always creepin'
They quick to hit your block and leave it silent
Finger itchin', they just want to shoot somebody
'Cause them niggas always creepin'
They ridin' in them four doors with them shotty's
Homicide, boy they 'bout to catch a body
Them niggas always creepin'
They quick to hit your block and leave it silent
Finger itchin', they just want to shoot somebody
Boy, them niggas always creepin'
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no more (feat. harloe)
03:17
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[Intro]
Mmm, Spadez in this bitch
But you already knew that
Oooh, ay
[Verse 1: HARLOE]
I took an oath, swore I'd stay
For forever and a day
So I do, yes I do
But I don’t complain, no, not to you (no)
It's getting heavy on my heart
The feelings I buried tear me apart
You never replied, not at all
So why should I try if I'm talking to the wall
[Chorus: HARLOE]
You don’t even try to get to know me no more (no more)
You just walk through the door and throw your bags on the floor (walk away, walk away)
Simple conversation just don't happen no more (no more)
Baby, you don't even try to get to know me no more (no more)
[Post-Chorus: HARLOE]
Got my mind messed up
Boy, I think I've had enough
So if you're ready set, ready set, ready set go
Ready set, ready set, ready set go
[Verse 2: HARLOE]
If I get nostalgic, it won't last
'Cause the fever you gave me turned into ashes
You're gonna miss me when I’m gone
Tell me who you gon’ rely on
Who's gonna hold you like me
Who’s gonna be there, fulfill all your dreams, baby
Nobody (nobody), I was that somebody
No one's gon' touch you like me
[Chorus: HARLOE]
You don't even try to get to know me no more (no more)
You just walk through the door and throw your bags on the floor (walk away, walk away)
Simple conversation just don’t happen no more (no more)
Baby, you don't even try to get to know me no more (no more)
[Post-Chorus: HARLOE]
Got my mind messed up
Boy, I think I've had enough
So if you're ready set, ready set, ready set go
Ready set, ready set, ready set go *cough*
(yeah, hold up one second)
[Verse 3: Spadez]
I can't believe what you sayin', I hope you playin'
'Cause I'm grindin' everday, and it's so we could get away
And be just you and me, you all I need
Ever got a problem, you could fall on me
Indeed, I might mislead, but in yo pocket, you got the key
To my apartment, not to mention my heart and (you got it)
You keep me fallin' for you, feelings climbing up the chart though
That's how it's been from the start though
And when you sayin' this, I'm like don't even start, yo
[Chorus: HARLOE]
You don't even try to get to know me no more (no more)
You just walk through the door and throw your bags on the floor (walk away, walk away)
Simple conversation just don't happen no more (no more)
Baby, you don't even try to get to know me no more (no more)
[Post-Chorus: HARLOE]
Got my mind messed up
Boy, I think I've had enough
So if you're ready set, ready set, ready set go
Ready set, ready set, ready set go
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[Verse 1: Campa]
Oh woah, oh woah oh oh
Stop lights make you wanna go, go, go
How am I ever gonna know, know, know
Summertime, all I see is snow, snow, snow
[Pre-Chorus: Campa]
Serpentine
Serpentine, tine, tine
Why are you so fuckin' fine, fine, fine
Having you, I'm 'bout to blow my mind, mind, mind
Running out, running out of time, time, time
Kissing on my ear
Whisper in my soul
Play me like a DVD
Treat me like a pot of gold
[Chorus: Campa]
I'm gettin' played by her
And it feels so pure
Oh, she got me high
The way she sucks me dry
I'm gettin' played by her
And it feels so pure
Oh, she got me high
She sucks me dry
(Oh woah oh)
[Verse 2: Dev]
Oh woah, oh woah oh oh
Cupcake, flippin' up the dro, dro, dro
Any way she can make you go, go, go
Knock you out your socks with one blow, blow, blow
[Pre-Chorus: Campa & Dev]
Serpentine
Serpentine, tine, tine
Why are you so fuckin' fine, fine, fine
Having you, I'm 'bout to blow my mind, mind, mind
Running out, running out of time, time, time
Kissing on my ear
Whisper in my soul
Play me like a DVD
Treat me like a pot of gold
[Chorus: Campa & Dev]
I'm gettin' played by her
And it feels so pure
Oh, she got me high
The way she sucks me dry
I'm gettin' played by her
And it feels so pure
Oh, she got me high
She sucks me dry
(Oh woah oh)
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[Intro: HARLOE]
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh (yeah, yeah)
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh (ah yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh (ahh, ahh)
Ooh, ooh (oooh)
Ooh, ooh (ah yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mmm yeah, got me hooked on the feeling (mmm, yeah)
Got me (uh)
You got me hooked on the feeling
[Verse 1: HARLOE]
You could try to act smooth if you want to
Talk about how you got those fancy things
But in your Jeep with the windows down
Sun shining on your face so naturally
Is when I feel the real love and affection
I don't really need the fine accessories
They're cool, but I would leave it for the feeling, yeah
I've been involved with a few in the past
And there's no comparison to what I feel for you
I know we had it real rough from the get-go
But I'm glad that we were able to pursue
Love is patient and it's kind, but I know sometimes
It can make you lose your mind, oh, when cupid strikes
[Chorus: HARLOE]
Everybody sees it in my eyes (I'm so in love)
And everybody knows, everybody knows I can't hide (I'm so in love)
Na na, na na, na na, na, you're just my type (I'm so in love)
Na na, na na, na na, na, you're just my type (I'm so in love)
Na na, na na na, na na
Mmm, I'm so in love
Na na na na, na
Oh, I'm so in love
[Verse 2: HARLOE]
There ain't no way to describe what we share, boy
Everybody I'm around don't understand
Cuddle up on the couch, so good
I don't need nothing else, come hold my hand
Droppin' kisses, lay me down, wrap your arms around me
Every time that I leave town, I'm back in a hurry
[Chorus: HARLOE]
Everybody sees it in my eyes (I'm so in love)
And everybody knows, everybody knows I can't hide (I'm so in love)
Na na, na na, na na, na, you're just my type (I'm so in love)
Na na, na na, na na, na, you're just my type (I'm so in love)
[Bridge: HARLOE]
You drive me up a wall, but I don't care at all
That's just how we do, so I always call
You back when I'm through, can't get over you
I won't be confused, boy, boy, it's just a thang
[Chorus: HARLOE]
Everybody sees it in my eyes (I'm so in love)
And everybody knows, everybody knows I can't hide (I'm so in love)
Na na, na na, na na, na, you're just my type (I'm so in love)
Na na, na na, na na, na, you're just my type (I'm so in love)
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[Intro: Armani DePaul]
Flavor
Armani
Spadez I'ma take it from here mane
Beach boys, baby
[Verse 1: Armani DePaul]
Ay bitch, tryin' to see if you could ride that
With no holdin' back (mmm-hmm)
Take this dick real hard while you throw it back (uhh)
Shorty got real cake
Bills paid, and her car
Say her milkshake bring all the boys to the yard
Know that I don't give a fuck about a hater
Rich city be the town, and I'm the mothafuckin' mayor
Panties comin' down if she hookin' up with flavor
She so wet I swear I'm drownin' man I need a life saver
And I'ma make her my ho, on some real shit (on some real shit)
She ride the dick with a swag like a real bitch (like a real bitch)
Went and got five bottles, of Ciroc holmes (mmm-hmm)
Now I got her butt naked with her socks on
And I'm swaggin' in that pussy, swag swaggin' in that pussy
Jewels hangin' off my ass, saggin' in that pussy
New rich, southside to the eastside
And you can get it real hard bitch, deep fried
[Chorus: Armani DePaul]
Yeah, I'm lookin' for a two piece
That's two freaks (mmm-hmm)
I wanna see ya do her while you do me (haha)
Ay, it ain't funny honey, what are you laughin' for
I'm really tryin' to get a piece of that ass to go
Two piece dinner with another on the side (two piece)
Two piece dinner with another on the side (take out give me two freaks)
Two piece dinner with another on the side (two piece)
Two piece dinner with another on the side
I'm really tryin' to get a piece of that ass to go
[Verse 2: Armani DePaul]
Work, work, work, work, workin' that (ayy)
She was twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerkin' that shit
See her act, act, actin' up, act, actin' up
Hands on ya knees lil' mama, now back it up (uhh)
Lookin' for a bunny with some cash
Settled for a redbone honey with some ass
Said she had a friend in the whip too
Well it's two o'clock bitch what that shit do
[Chorus: Armani DePaul]
Yeah, I'm lookin' for a two piece (huh)
That's two freaks (Armani)
I wanna see ya do her while you do me (oh my god, haha)
Ay, it ain't funny honey, what are you laughin' for
I'm really tryin' to get a piece of that ass to go
Two piece dinner with another on the side (two piece)
Two piece dinner with another on the side (take out give me two freaks)
Two piece dinner with another on the side (two piece)
Two piece dinner with another on the side
I'm really tryin' to get a piece of that ass to go
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[Intro: Koran Streets]
You know I got it
Streets
You know I got it
Streets
[Chorus: Koran Streets]
Ay, when I bend the corner, they be like "damn" (like "damn")
And all them niggas start to hear is the bam
Bam, bam, bam (bam)
Bam, bam, bam (bam)
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam (bam, bam)
Ay, when I bend the corner, they be like "damn" (like "damn")
And all them niggas start to hear is the bam
Bam, bam, bam (bam)
Bam, bam, bam (bam, yeah)
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam (bam, bam)
[Verse 1: Koran Streets]
Now every time I bend the corner, I'm sittin' on them sixes
Them white folks holler out "His rims so ridiculous"
And they don't scrub, ho I gotta get suspensions
With your bitch, if she see me, she gon' lose interest
K Streets ballin', I must be ballin'
Car tall, hoppin' out the door, it look like I'm fallin'
And I'm high in my low, yeah you know I be smokin'
Rollin' all through the grove
Trunk on ho, trunk open
And it's popped open, bitch a nigga knockin'
Niggas hatin', bitches jockin' 'cause the bass is outta pocket
So what's hannin'? Wanna take a trip to the car?
Where the speakers on the floor (ayy) and the side of the car (ayy)
And you know who I is, and you know who I are
The music so loud 'cause the speakers so large
You know that I'm in charge, you niggas ain't nothin'
You ain't ridin' that hard, man that nigga ain't stuntin' (Streets)
[Chorus: Koran Streets]
Ay, when I bend the corner, they be like "damn" (like "damn")
And all them niggas start to hear is the bam
Bam, bam, bam (bam)
Bam, bam, bam (bam)
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam (bam, bam)
Ay, when I bend the corner, they be like "damn" (like "damn")
And all them niggas start to hear is the bam
Bam, bam, bam (bam)
Bam, bam, bam (bam, yeah)
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam (bam, bam)
[Verse 2: Koran Streets]
Ay, I be ridin' in my spaceship, yeah I'm out of space bitch
Sippin' on the drank, too much face in your face bitch (return of the mack)
Yeah, I'm knockin' Young J bitch
Think I might dap, get the fuck up out the way bitch
Still bam bammin', my bitch can't stand it
So I kicked her out the car 'cause the bitch couldn't handle it
She was like "Goddamnit" while the bass kept bammin'
I was high as hell laughin', steady blowin' like a dragon
But I bend the corner swaggin', bam bam bitches
Big ass sixes, loud ass system
Rollin' through your hood, bet that bitch get shook
And I know I'm lookin' good 'cause your bitch is lookin'
Who the hell wouldn't? Nigga I'm rollin'
Niggas speakers so swollen, and everybody know it
And I can get a ticket ho, I don't give a damn
The cops pulled me over, he told me I had the bam (Streets)
[Chorus: Koran Streets]
Ay, when I bend the corner, they be like "damn" (like "damn")
And all them niggas start to hear is the bam
Bam, bam, bam (bam)
Bam, bam, bam (bam)
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam (bam, bam)
Ay, when I bend the corner, they be like "damn" (like "damn")
And all them niggas start to hear is the bam
Bam, bam, bam (bam)
Bam, bam, bam (bam, yeah)
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam (bam, bam)
[Verse 3: Koran Streets]
Hold up (hold up), you know how I fuck with it
When I roll up (when I roll up), everybody fuckin' with it
K Streets bitch, and ain't nobody fuckin' with him
D.O.E. bitch, I swear nobody fuckin' with him
He so wishy washy, hatin' on me 'cause I'm knockin'
Bend the corner, bitches jockin', bouncin out, I'm with my posse
Reezy off that Rossi, [?] right behind me
Niggas better slow it down 'cause every nigga I'm with grimy
And you know where you could find me, bouncin' in the front seat
Know the beat loud, meanwhile we on front street
Turn the beat down, but them hoes still hear me
Too much bump in my trunk, bitch you know I got plenty (you know I got it)
I ride with a semi, so she ride with a semi
We ride with a semi, and the beat got us feelin'
I hop up out the car, and that bitch to the ceilin'
R.N.G., tell a bitch fuck with it (you know I got it, Streets)
[Chorus: Koran Streets]
Ay, when I bend the corner, they be like "damn" (like "damn")
And all them niggas start to hear is the bam
Bam, bam, bam (bam)
Bam, bam, bam (bam)
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam (bam, bam)
Ay, when I bend the corner, they be like "damn" (like "damn")
And all them niggas start to hear is the bam
Bam, bam, bam (bam)
Bam, bam, bam (bam, yeah)
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam (bam, bam)
[Outro: Koran Streets]
Hold up, you know how I fuck with it
When I roll up, everybody fuckin' with it
K Streets bitch, and ain't nobody fuckin' with him
D.O.E. bitch, I swear nobody fuckin' with him
(You know I got it, Streets)
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11. |
uh huh (feat. j-kwon)
03:03
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[Chorus: J-Kwon]
Uh huh (uh huh), Uh huh
You better than me, please, uh uh
Uh uh (uh uh), Uh uh (J-Kwon)
You better than me, please, uh uh
Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly
Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly
Pimpin' hoes, and I'm pimpin' hoes
And I'm pimpin' hoes, and I'm stupid fly
Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly
Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly
Ridin' 'round and I'm pimpin' hoes
And I'm pimpin' hoes, and I'm stupid fly
[Verse 1: J-Kwon]
Stop, bricks
Take it to them blocks, mix
If it do not lock, trips
What put 'em in a box?
This itty bitty clip, with no hesitation
I'm a true locc, my chain's two ropes
My paint, two coats
Smoke me, I'm too dope
Chiefin', just bring the leaf
You do the same thing as me
You broke brotha, brotha
You mothafucka's could dream for free
Yellin' high ho, just hit the lotto
Sippin' on some hen', no gin and fuck moscato
Yeah I'm buyin' bottles, tell 'em I'm buyin' bottles
Me, bad bitches and friends, tens and models
She got to swallow, swallow like it's nothin'
I need it so I beat it then I eat it like I'm lunchin'
You know me dawg, niggas owe me one
That's fuckin' fire like rubber tires, ho roll me one
[Chorus: J-Kwon]
Uh huh (uh huh), Uh huh
You better than me, please, uh uh
Uh uh (uh uh), Uh uh (J-Kwon)
You better than me, please, uh uh
Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly
Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly
Pimpin' hoes, and I'm pimpin' hoes
And I'm pimpin' hoes, and I'm stupid fly
Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly
Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly
Ridin' 'round and I'm pimpin' hoes
And I'm pimpin' hoes, and I'm stupid fly
(Kwon tell 'em what it is cuz)
[Verse 2: J-Kwon]
Bomb shit, smokin' on that bomb shit
Bomb shit, smokin' on that bomb
Smokin' on that bomb, smokin' on that bomb
Smokin' on that bomb shit
Smokin' on that bomb shit (blowin' clouds)
Smokin' on that bomb shit (smokin' on the loud)
Smokin' on that bomb, smokin' on that bomb shit
Smokin' on that bomb, smokin' on that bomb shit
Do I smoke dro? Uh huh
Do I roll fo's? Uh huh (fall back bro)
[Chorus: J-Kwon]
You better than me, please, uh uh (he ain't it, huh)
Uh uh (uh uh), Uh uh
You better than me, please, uh uh
Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly
Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly
Pimpin' hoes, and I'm pimpin' hoes
And I'm pimpin' hoes, and I'm stupid fly
Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly
Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly
Ridin' 'round and I'm pimpin' hoes
And I'm pimpin' hoes, and I'm stupid fly (uh)
(And I'm stupid fly, and I'm stupid fly, and I'm stupid fly, and I'm stupid fly)
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12. |
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[Verse 1: Kurtis John]
The touch of your fingertips takes the kiss right off my lips
The way that you shake those hips could overtake a battle ship
The way that your eyes stay lit sends my mind on a trip
The feeling your body gives could make the statue of David slip
[Pre-Chorus: Kurtis John]
If this is what a heartbeat feels like
I wanna feel yours all night long
I wanna hold you in my arms
If this is what a heartbeat feels like
I wanna feel yours all night long
All night long
[Chorus: Kurtis John]
You're better than all the rest
You're better than all the best
You better know you're nothing less than amazing
You're better than all the rest
You're better than all the best
You better know you're nothing less than amazing (uh, let me talk to 'em)
[Verse 2: Chill Moody]
It's obvious, lately you ain't been feeling yourself
Can't quite grasp the change, ain't feeling your wealth
You're hot headed temper cause out feelings to melt
Can't fold, you gotta play what the dealer has dealt
It's all a gamble, you feel overwhelmed
Like it's too much for you to handle, can't quit but you plan to
Don't understand you, act like I don't care for ya
Feelin' lost in the world, just know I'm here for ya
[Pre-Chorus: Kurtis John]
If this is what a heartbeat feels like
I wanna feel yours all night long
I wanna hold you in my arms
If this is what a heartbeat feels like
I wanna feel yours all night long
All night long
[Chorus: Kurtis John]
You're better than all the rest
You're better than all the best
You better know you're nothing less than amazing
You're better than all the rest
You're better than all the best
You better know you're nothing less than amazing (uh, uh)
You're better than all the rest
[Verse 3: Symba]
Lookin' an angel in the eyes, start to smile when she cries
She's deprived, but disguised behind beauty and lies
She's overdosed on hope, and so content with faith
And all her past taught her was pain, pleasure and hate
I kissed her with confidence to show her she still got it
And hugged her to let her know she could never be forgotten
You're better than the best, you're better than every ex
I'm recommitting my heart to give us another breath
[Chorus: Kurtis John]
You're better than all the rest (than all the rest)
You're better than all the best (than all the best)
You better know you're nothing less than amazing (amazing)
You're better than all the rest (you're better)
You're better than all the best (you're better than all the rest)
You better know you're nothing less than amazing (amazing)
You're better than all the rest
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13. |
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[Intro]
Starting Six on your bitch
[Verse 1: Bread & Big Steve]
Ry Bread's gone aka faded
These girls got me feelin' real X-rated
I know it sounds crazy, but thanks to Spadez hit
After the song, they all gettin' naked (yeah, yeah)
Big Steve, and I hopped out the whip fast
I'm a hero like Gym Class, hear that?
Starting Six, and we all in the game
It's Amtrak, homie, runnin' train on ya main (yup)
Yup, they comin' with me
But I need my wingman where's Big Steve? (yeah)
I'm here, and I'm talkin' to her friend though
Gamin' her up like I'm playing Nintendo
Bruh, just bag that bitch 'cause she feelin' your swag
Plus she loves the Six
Yeah, baby just like this
Turn it up real loud, this my shit
[Chorus: Spadez]
One for the honeys, two for the hoes
Three for the girls who drop it down low
I just wanna get you outta them clothes
I, I just wanna get you outta them clothes
One for the honeys, two for the hoes
Three for the girls who drop it down low
I just wanna get you outta them clothes
I, I just wanna get you outta them clothes
[Verse 2: Nic Nac & Feez]
Ooh, Feez get all them
Me, you, champagne, that's the outcome
We poppin' bottles baby, you gon' be my new favorite
We drinkin', peakin', it's the coldest season
Let me heat it up a lil', drop it, make it rock a lil'
How you want me? I think she on me
And I love it when my girls all blow trees
'Cause I'm lonely, regulator, police
Girl, I'm wetter than a slow leak
Score goals, no goalie
Gettin' bossed in the morning, bust quick then I'm yawning
Yeah, baby just like this
Turn it up real loud, this my shit
[Chorus: Spadez]
One for the honeys, two for the hoes
Three for the girls who drop it down low
I just wanna get you outta them clothes
I, I just wanna get you outta them clothes
One for the honeys, two for the hoes
Three for the girls who drop it down low
I just wanna get you outta them clothes
I, I just wanna get you outta them clothes
[Bridge: Riggz & Nic Nac]
You know what I wanna do
Cut to the back, it could be us two
Too late, we should've been walkin' (shh)
No time for talkin' (shh)
Spinnin' round and round
On the dancefloor, watch her break it down
Gone, gone, gone off the Smirnoff
Baby girl, you could dance with your clothes off
Dance with your clothes off (clothes off)
With your clothes off (clothes off, off, off)
Dance, dance with your clothes off
With your clothes off
Dance, dance with your clothes off (clothes off)
With your clothes off
Dance, dance with your clothes off (dance with your clothes off)
With your clothes off
This for all the pretty girls
Who like to take their clothes off all around the world (take yo clothes off)
And this for all the pretty girls (oh, oh, oh)
Who like to take their clothes off all over the world
[Chorus: Spadez]
One for the honeys, two for the hoes
Three for the girls who drop it down low
I just wanna get you outta them clothes
I, I just wanna get you outta them clothes
One for the honeys, two for the hoes
Three for the girls who drop it down low
I just wanna get you outta them clothes
I, I just wanna get you outta them clothes
[Outro: Spadez]
One, two, three
Drop it down low
I just wanna get you
I just wanna get you outta them clothes
One, two, three
Low
I just wanna get you
I, I just wanna get you outta them clothes
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14. |
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[Intro: HARLOE]
One more night with you
Baby, I would wait forever
Just for a little more time with you
We could take the world, and make it ours
Tonight
It's alright
'Cause you know we got that good thang
That good, good, good thang
[Verse 1: HARLOE]
I don't got no plans for me tonight (tonight)
Yeah I left it open just for you, ooh
'Cause all I need is you to hold me tight (tight)
'Cause in your arms there's nothing I can't do
(Give me...)
[Pre-Chorus: HARLOE]
One more night with you (oh yeah)
Baby, I would wait forever
Just for a little more time with you
We could take the world, and make it ours
Tonight (mmm, tonight)
It's alright (it's alright)
'Cause you know we got that good thang
That good, good, good thang
(Woah oh, oh, oh)
[Chorus: HARLOE]
Baby (baby)
Your L-O-V-E
Is contagious (contagious)
And it sings through me like a melody (melody)
Like a melody
Boy you got that good thang
[Verse 2: HARLOE]
If I told you I would take my time (take my time with you)
I'd wrap you in my world I've never shared
With no one (one)
'Cause since I had a taste of what it's like (like to love you)
To be the one you hold, I just can't get
Enough
(I need...)
[Pre-Chorus: HARLOE]
One more night with you (one more night)
Baby, I would wait forever
Just for a little more time with you (little more time with you baby)
We could take the world, and make it ours
Tonight (mmm, tonight)
It's alright (it's alright)
'Cause you know we got that good thang (that good)
That good, good, good thang
(Woah oh, oh, oh)
[Chorus: HARLOE]
Baby (baby)
Your L-O-V-E
Is contagious (so contagious)
And it sings through me like a melody (you're my melody)
Like a melody (oh, oh yeah)
Boy you got that good thang
[Bridge: HARLOE & Spadez]
One more night
Can I get one more time
Just to conversate (hey), hold you tight (hey)
Show you all the things you like boy
One more chance
I need one more dance
By the end of tonight
You'll be saying I'm the kind of girl... (that I'm)
That I'm tryin' to bring back to my mama (yup)
Tellin' all the homies that you're the one that I wanna (what)
Wife that, show me everything that I like that
Gimme one night guarantee you comin' right back (and)
We could keep it in between us two
And I won't tell nobody 'bout the things we do
But we don't need to keep this lovin' on the low
So I'ma write it down, let the whole world know
I need...
[Pre-Chorus: HARLOE]
One more night with you (I need one more night, baby)
Baby, I would wait forever
Just for a little more time with you (oh, oh, oh)
We could take the world, and make it ours (I gotta be your baby)
Tonight (I wanna be your girl)
It's alright
'Cause you know we got that good thang
That good, good, good thang
(Woah oh, oh, oh, hey)
[Chorus: HARLOE]
Baby (baby)
Your L-O-V-E (oh, oh)
Is contagious (ooh, ooh, ooh)
And it sings through me like a melody (said you're my melody)
Like a melody (oh, oh)
Boy you got that good thang
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[Intro: Deniro Farrar]
Yeah, I got the city on my back nigga
Charlotte, that's me nigga
Spadez, what's happenin' (what's happenin')
K.O.B.K. the murda gang (bwah)
Kill or be killed nigga (yuh)
Yeah, and you a dead man walking (yuh)
[Chorus: Deniro Farrar]
I got the city on my back, hell under my feet
Pistol on my lap, I will not accept defeat
And I got fire in my eyes, pain in my soul
Bullets out my chamber leave you niggas full of holes
I got the city on my back, hell under my feet
Pistol on my lap, I will not accept defeat
And I got fire in my eyes, pain in my soul
Bullets out my chamber leave you niggas full of holes (you know)
[Verse 1: Deniro Farrar]
(Ayy)
And I put Charlotte on my back, now haters on my heels
Runnin' from my past got me grippin' on my steel
Tryin' to make it rappin' but rappin' ain't payin' bills
Judge gave my nigga mandatory no appeal
Got me prayin' on my knees
'Cause shit real (flip)
Flippin' packs knowin' you won't make a mil
Niggas still hustle 'cause they don't know nothin' different
Now they runnin' to them graves
And they gettin' locked in prison
Got me wantin' better (better)
So I'm livin' better (better)
But shit hard when you out here with no cheddar
Still tryin' to hustle but I'm seein' I'm no clever
Beefin' with these pussy niggas
Got me strapped with my beretta
They say time heals all
Time made me better
Wishin' I could fly, I'm a bird with no feathers
Lackin' my umbrella still prepared for this weather
Promised mama when I make it that we gon' be rich forever
[Chorus: Deniro Farrar]
I got the city on my back, hell under my feet
Pistol on my lap, I will not accept defeat
And I got fire in my eyes, pain in my soul
Bullets out my chamber leave you niggas full of holes
I got the city on my back, hell under my feet
Pistol on my lap, I will not accept defeat
And I got fire in my eyes, pain in my soul
Bullets out my chamber leave you niggas full of holes (you know)
[Verse 2: Deniro Farrar]
Now they sayin' I won't make it
They prayin' I won't make it
Unafraid of the risk, shit, somebody gotta take it
Stomach start to rumble, hear the hunger when it's achin'
Quarterbackin' all these quarters I'm feelin' like Troy Aikman
Heart startin' to race and back and forth pacin'
Dodgin' pigs tryin' to bring home the bacon
Chasin' fast money 'cause I'm living with no patience
Put my city on my back, you can quote me when I say it
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me I'm doper than Ronald Reagan
Digital scales weighin' grams of the Sarah Palin
Distributed on blocks where young niggas be hangin'
Livin' without no hope so hopefully, where I'm hangin'
Gangbangin' and slangin'
One day I can rise above my situation
But it's hard when you rap, and everybody rap
It remind me of the trap
Promised mama I'ma make it and put Charlotte on the map
[Chorus: Deniro Farrar]
Got the city on my back, hell under my feet
Pistol on my lap, I will not accept defeat
And I got fire in my eyes, pain in my soul
Bullets out my chamber leave you niggas full of holes
I got the city on my back, hell under my feet
Pistol on my lap, I will not accept defeat
And I got fire in my eyes, pain in my soul
Bullets out my chamber leave you niggas full of holes (you know)
[Bridge/Guitar Solo: Deniro Farrar]
I got the city on my back (got the city on my back)
I will not accept defeat (I will not accept defeat)
Hell under my feet
I'ma make it and put Charlotte on the map (and put Charlotte on the map)
Promised mama when I make it that we gon' be rich forever (that we gon' be rich forever)
[Chorus: Deniro Farrar]
I got the city on my back, hell under my feet
Pistol on my lap, I will not accept defeat
And I got fire in my eyes, pain in my soul
Bullets out my chamber leave you niggas full of holes
I got the city on my back, hell under my feet
Pistol on my lap, I will not accept defeat
And I got fire in my eyes, pain in my soul
Bullets out my chamber leave you niggas full of holes (you know)
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[Intro: Deniro Farrar & Shady Blaze]
Deniro, Farrar
Spadez I see you, know that (Spadez what's happenin')
You already know what you gon' see you come to my block
(Let 'em know)
[Chorus: Deniro Farrar]
You gon' see
A whole lot of killin', drug dealin', thug livin', caps peelin'
Growin' up on my street
And I done fucked a whole lot of them hoes
Had 'em down on all fo's, standin' on my tip toes goin' deep
You gon' see
A whole lot of killin', drug dealin', thug livin', caps peelin'
Growin' up on my street
And I done fucked a whole lot of them hoes
Had 'em down on all fo's, standin' on my tip toes goin' deep
[Verse 1: Deniro Farrar]
Them hoes say I'm a fool with this shit
They lovin' my country grammar
Takin' naked pictures of yo bitch, then instagram 'em
Paranoid, schitzophrenic, I be fuckin' wit my hammer
Put my pistol on her pillow, arch yo back
Now let me ram ya
Wesley pipin' all these bitches, no wifin' up these bitches
Tell yo ho to roll my bush, you can light it but don't hit it
Extendos on them forty's look like mothafuckin' midgets
Executin' my plans, true religion full of bands
This Irene I'm smokin' louder than a cop siren
Beat yo bitch pussy 'til it's swole but I'm nonviolent
I'm a mothafuckin' dog
Them bitch niggas be hatin'
Fuck them black, white and asian
Boy, I swear my dick ain't racist
Got a bad bitch with braces, them sexy fuck faces
Let me watch it while she shavin', but we end up misbehavin'
I'm gone, she masterbatin'
She tell me I'm her favorite
If I up it, I'ma buss it nigga, ain't no hesitatin' *bow*
[Chorus: Deniro Farrar]
You gon' see
A whole lot of killin', drug dealin', thug livin', caps peelin'
Growin' up on my street
And I done fucked a whole lot of them hoes
Had 'em down on all fo's, standin' on my tip toes goin' deep
You gon' see
A whole lot of killin', drug dealin', thug livin', caps peelin'
Growin' up on my street
And I done fucked a whole lot of them hoes
Had 'em down on all fo's, standin' on my tip toes goin' deep
[Verse 2: Deniro Farrar]
Now all them bitches say I'm cocky
Shit, I'm conceited
I change hoes like drawers, got a car for every season
Lame niggas be quiet, you lucky that you breathin'
Yo bitch wake me up with head so we fuckin' all evening
Now her man gettin' suspicious ('spicious)
Say she always leavin' (leavin')
Ridin' with me freakin'
Callin' her phone, he say he cheatin'
Put that bitch on speaker phone
Just to let him hear her screamin'
You can run up if you want
Boy, that forty have you leanin'
Automatic shot, laser tag, boy we red beamin'
True religion pants sag, wit yo bitch leavin' Neimans
Hoes follow me like Twitter, they know I'm a real nigga
If I up that mothafucka, boy I'ma deal wit ya
K.O.B.K. around my way, kill or be killed nigga
I suggest you wear yo vest and respect these lil' niggas
Them the ones that's gon' blow, puttin' slugs in yo liver
You ain't grow up in that jungle
Tryin' to rumble with gorillas nigga
You already know what it is, mane
K.O.B.K. around my way, mane
Kill or be killed, [?]
Iggy, I see you
Let's go
[Chorus: Deniro Farrar]
You gon' see
A whole lot of killin', drug dealin', thug livin', caps peelin'
Growin' up on my street
And I done fucked a whole lot of them hoes
Had 'em down on all fo's, standin' on my tip toes goin' deep
You gon' see
A whole lot of killin', drug dealin', thug livin', caps peelin'
Growin' up on my street
And I done fucked a whole lot of them hoes
Had 'em down on all fo's, standin' on my tip toes goin' deep (shady blaze)
[Verse 3: Shady Blaze]
Ay
Walkin' around wit a grin on my face
'Cause I know that I'm winnin' this race
Nigga it's time to replace all the garbage with me
I'll be here for a minute, get used to the taste
I'm close to the victory, powerful
Then I get ghost, now you see me and now you don't
Bring in the dough 'cause I'm somethin' real valuable
Nigga, you know
Shady Blaze and Deniro, far from a hero
Criminal minds, niggas doin' time
The line, you crossed it, life or death when you fuckin' with mine
Leave a nigga permanently blind, so walk away you'll be fine
But if it's what you want
Your ship getting sunk
Bitch in the trunk, you in the backseat, tied up
Me and Deniro in the front with blunts getting hella fucked up
We to the docks, now mothafucka your odds up
After that
We back to the whip, smash to the studio
Lay another track down, pussy niggas real scared
On the way, we hearin' knocks in the trunk
It's the bitch we picked up, bruh I forgot she was still there
Spadez on the beat again, triple threat has returned
'Bout to make another classic, it's just been confirmed
Everyday I get my energy and this money I earn
The way that I be gettin' my money is not your concern
Got a lot of heart in me so it don't matter if I'm livin' in the suburbs or livin' real ghetto fabulous
It took me a little while to do this since I'm establishing a name in a different category than other rappers in
I live good in the hood, catch a nigga wit a green rag
Got my hands on my bean bag
White tee, black jeans sag
All you niggas better ease back, before I squeeze that
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