Never Again by Famous Dex lyrics

Never Again

Famous Dex

GENRE

Rap

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[Intro]
Yeah, Dexter
Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah (Painkid got all the sauce)
Yeah, yeah (Oh man goddamn)

[Chorus]
Hop in the Lambo, that's a big body
I got a bad bitch, she a hottie
She wanna fuck, I tell the bitch naughty
Huh, ooh, tell the bitch naughty
No, no, no, no, no, no
Ha, heard you a ho
Run up on me, get shot in your throat
I got them shooters on me, I know you know
Ha, yeah, we at your door
Ha, ooh, sleep on the floor
Hmm, remember them days on the floor, huh
I ain't going back no more, huh
Ha-ha-ha (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck on that bitch until I go, huh, byе-bye-bye
Ha (Oh man goddamn)

[Verse]
I'm on the jеt with my gang (Yeah)
Run up on me, boy you a lame
Ha, look at your chain, look
Nigga so goofy, they do for the fame, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
I got the bitch, she so good to me
[?] (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hop in the [?] gold
Ha, bye-bye-bye (Bye-bye-bye), huh, huh, huh (Yeah)
I got a .30, you run up on, you run
Uh, damn, [?] (Yeah)
Pop a lil' Perc, ooh
I want the money, you know what I'm worth, ooh
Know what you're worth, huh
Fuck the lil' bitch. I go up her skrrt

[Chorus]
Hop in the Lambo, that's a big body
I got a bad bitch, she a hottie
She wanna fuck, I tell the bitch naughty
Huh, ooh, tell the bitch naughty
No, no, no, no, no, no
Ha, heard you a ho
Run up on me, get shot in your throat
I got them shooters on me, I know you know
Ha, yeah, we at your door
Ha, ooh, sleep on the floor
Hmm, remember them days on the floor, huh
I ain't going back no more, huh
Ha-ha-ha (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck on that bitch until I go, huh, bye-bye-bye
Ha (Oh man goddamn)

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Early Age Death by RXK Nephew lyrics

Early Age Death

RXK Nephew

GENRE

Rap

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This beat make me feel like a terrorist
Walk in that bitch like I ain’t have no parents
I will tombstone the plugg on his neck
Slap the fuck outta bitch break they neck
They told I wouldn’t be shit
I’m in LA smoking Backwoods not a stick
Can’t walk in my shoes, they don’t fit
Every time I jump out I’m fresh as shit
*They said I’m gon’ die (?)
*Stab a bitch (?)
These niggas rap like they catch bodies
Walk in that bitch, slapped everybody
Slap the fuck outta you, you and you
Slitherman ain’t calmin down no time soon
Slitherman Activated
Slitherman he’ll (?) a nigga face
Ima change my name to “Slap A Bitch”
Ima changе my name to “I got coke, crack and shit”
Ima change my namе to “New Ol’ Dirty Bastard”
They said I’m a young Ol’ Dirty Bastard
All my neighbors hear is RXK
They like “why you screamin’ to the top of yo lungs?”
Glock scream at the top his lungs
Don’t talk to me bitch, talk to this gun
19 albums last year
Ima spend my YouTube money on crack
Ima spend (?)
Ima sign a contract and buy crack
Ima sign a deal, overdose on perkies
Ima make them people think life wasn’t worth it
Ima kill myself, come back to life
I will change my name and run on them niggas
I will change my name back to Rx Nephew
I will sign a different deal under Rx Nephew
I will walk in that bitch like “Fuck Interscope”
They like “Slitherman stop tellin’ yo business”
I’m like “hell nah this my withdrawal flow”
Slitherman might have a stroke
Off this goddamn Henny that I be drinkin’
They like “what the fuck are you thinking?”
This beat make me wanna kill people
My chain make people wanna kill me
I’d kill the nigga who made this beat
I’d kill my momma for having me
I’d kill my daddy for fuckin’ my momma
I’d kill my momma just for being my momma
Look in the mirror, just wanna kill that nigga
Body bag, I’ll get rid of that nigga
I was down bad, fucked up, wanted to kill people
In the trap by myself, all I see is dead people
I was eatin’ noodles my stomach was hungry
Bitch don’t even laugh if I said somn funny
They said I was (?) chaotic (?)
They said I was ugly like Biggie, fat and lazy
Ima say how I feel, 2Pac wasn’t a gangsta
That nigga 2Pac ended up being a rapist
That nigga Snoop Dogg was the first Tekashi
That nigga just used “Crip” just to be poppin’
He was never on Long Beach drinkin’ Long Islands
Man I feel like Kim Jong-Un with that rocket
Porkchops (?) like Benny The Butcher
My last chain was bigger than Benny The Butcher
Pap chain shinin’ ain’t no Benny The Butcher
(?) my pistol whip outcho booger
Pap talm bout he boutta go get dreads
I told him he look like the hood Sean Paul with dreads
I don’t use United Master I fuck with Distrokid
Put 20 albums through Distrokid
Trap jump like Kim K OnlyFans
I told my bitch “bitch, make a OnlyFans”
Beat a opp in his head with a Juicy Juice can
Slap a bitch with both of my hands
I made Unk (?) split on his head
This beat make me wanna stand in the corner
GTA, snatch a bitch out they foreign
Reach for my chain I ain't going for it
I hate Impala’s and hate Ford Taurus’
I hate Nissan Altimas and Honda Accords
I hate most cars with two doors
Im tall as fuck, I need my shit custom
Trap look like “West Coast Customs”
Chains look like two monkeys fuckin’
You gettin beef patty with extra dumplin’s
Rings hit like Mayweather punches
Run out the store like Precious did
*SLITHERMAN ACTIVATED*
These niggas roaches ima use Raid
So much molly so much cocaine - throw a rave
So many beans in the summer ion feel the same
Ion pop E, then my mood change
I been depressed, down on my ass for days
I can’t even make a song without a E pill
Ima fuck my bitch seven times on a E pill
My neighbors keep hearing “RXK”
I piss them off on purpose everyday
I’m tired of livin’ at a fucking apartment
I’m ready to break into a bitch apartment
I grew up breaking into niggas garages
My chain look like I hit eighteen (?)
Break the bone structure outcha jaw
Like I’m from Atlanta, breakin in cars
Fuck a school driver, kick that bitch in
I don’t give a fuck, break in a nursing home
I’m tryna file taxes in a dead name
Fuck an ATM ima steal a Bitcoin machine
Ima put an ATM on the porch of the trap
I look like Connor McGregor if he was black
I look like Donald Trump if he was black
Joe Biden votes was fake ion wanna hear that
Took a stimulus and bought crack
I really appreciate Donald Trump for that
That’s the first time Unk seen twelve-hunnid
Every crack head got bands on eighteen-hunnid
Aunty want credit cause she got a stimulus
They like “Neph, stop talkin’ bout the simtulus”
They like “Neph, stop talkin’ bout SSI”
Bitch that’s like if Famous Dex stopped doing drugs
They say I was good as Michael Jackson was
Well guess what? That nigga OD’d on drugs
One time I got high and almost died
Couldn’t stomach the drugs, so I threw it up
Drunk water but it had molly in it
It was hot as a fuck and I ain't even know it
I’m booted as fuck, forgot where I’m going
Amber alert where the victims going
All this speculation, dont worry bout me
I was smuggling in jail like Dirty D
Shoot that bitch up like Dirty D
Dirty nigga with a choppa like Dirty D
These niggas sayin’ the same shit as me
You not Neph, you not Pap, you not him, you not me
Don’t go and diss me, you not Pap
You not him and I’ll kill yo kids for that
I will diss you mothefucka, everyday
I ain’t got no friends and Pap the same
All these niggas be dick ridin’ they gay
They ride other nigga dicks and play 2K
These niggas wanna do the same beats as me
You can have Pro Tools, can't sound like me
You can sell crack and do EDD
But you still won’t look like Pap and Me
Trap house look like Tinder
Unk met his wife and got married to her
They smoke crack I let em rent a room
Auntie where you live? I got shit to do
RXK RXK RXK RXK – K – K – K RXK YUH YUH

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Double Hockey Sticks by Boldy James & The Alchemist lyrics

Double Hockey Sticks

Boldy James & The Alchemist

GENRE

Rap

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[Skit]
Hello?
What you doin'?
I'm 'bout to go get my hair done
Where my cousin at?
Tell him come here real quick

[Intro]
You hear how spooky it's gettin' already, Top?
Bo Jack
Blockworks
Outcast, you hear me?
Big Creature Lord
Yeah, Blockworks

[Verse 1]
On the H-E-double hockey sticks, we keep a strig
When it come to creature biz, I make sure I keep in touch with papi bricks
Bruno my consigliere, from the craft to the roll
Used to put that bag on the road, now it's in the air
Last don of a dyin' breed, real niggas rare
Loubiton sneaks, got at least twelve differеnt pairs
Ice wires, diamonds cuttin' up like I'm Mikе Myers
Gotta shoot it up in front of me, the first time buyers
Drug zone, 7-6, dead zone 49ers
Had a spot on [?] off the Lodge, right behind Myers
All my youngins scam bank statements, couple hundred bands
Since third grade, we been poppin' on the avenue
Chopped a hundred grams in the basement with the dungeon fam
Serve Js, go up top, we the addict crew
Gave him a tester of some shit that I had grabbed from Ghoul
Way that he was sweatin', would've thought he had the flu

[Interlude]
What up doe, you've reached Bo Jackson
Probably up in the streets [?], finaglin', finessin'
You know what I'm sayin', leave a message
And I'ma get on you at my earliest convenience
Hello? Boldy?
They just raided my mom's crib, bro
I don't know what they got, but I'm down to my last forty-eight dollars
Pick me up at Pizza's crib, bro

[Verse 2]
Nigga want smoke, I put that pain in (Yeah)
Judge tried to hang him, couldn't show up to the arraignment (Hot boy)
It's 227, if it ain't that, fuck is you claimin'? (Creatures)
Niggas ain't gang, when they reach for dap, I leave 'em hangin' (Real)
Know how we rock, piece of cake, I beat the case, right back on that gang shit (Ayy)
I catch an opp, hand me the Drac', I see his face and I rearrange it (Brring)
Fuck who you came with, I get you painted, youngin gon' clap, remarkable aim (Where we at)
You know we change shit, one in the chamber, gun on my lap, yeah
It's hard to restrain us, karma, she played us
Grandma, she raised us, pharmacy saved us, see the van, know the narcs finna raid us (Time to move out)
Tryna charge us and frame us, I don't know shit, you ain't talkin' my language (Uh)
Heart of the block, voice of the streets, streets of Detroit, I'm already famous (Blockworks)
Put into motion, bet you she wave it, deny my bail, sign it and date it
Come to the drip, I'm in the latest, Dolce Gabanna without the laces (Splash)
Time is money, my money is time, and so I couldn't waste it
Flooded out the face, you know I had to bust down the bracelet
Was done rappin', caught a case, fought it from the county
Was granted bond, made bail, now we up and out it
My plug unwrappin' them crates off the freight liner
Whole trailer hit, smellin' like a can of paint primer
My bitch scored and hit a game changer
I made her transport the work in her Keisha Ka'oir waist trainer
Say she gon' leave me and I can't blame her
'Cause I was cuttin' on my side bitch raw with the same razor

[Outro]
Why you guys call him Bo Jackson? I'm the real Bo Jackson
Start hittin', you know what I'm sayin'?
What do you call a kid who does both? His mother called him Vincent Edward Jackson
He's not the real Bo Jackson, I am, believe that
His basketball game rose a few notches
America knows him as Bo Jackson, storybook name, fairytale career
I'll take your girl and bust my ass and I got more money than you

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