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Monday, September 20, 2021

The Futgitive by Fat Joe lyrics

The Futgitive

Fat Joe

GENRE
Rap
Coca, muah
Elephant in the room
Crills

Early in the morning, could barely feel my face
Cuttin' that raw raw hammer on my waist
My baby mammas' stressin', I'm like fuck out of my face
Feds on my ass now, 'bout to catch a case
I'm about that "makin money" I'm alergic to poor
Shit, I done made some hoes out of the girls next door
6 in the morning when they kick in the door
I'm probably outside the forge gettin' brain in the Porsche
What Porsche? My Porsche yeah the GT Porsche
Of course I floss like them DC boys
Shit, right at club love I fucked at least three broads
In the middle of thе dance floor such a sleazy whore
Now, hеaded for paradise
Carlos Bengante, jazz in the background, Harry Belofante
Seagul in the clouds look honey im comin'
Different strokes, different folks, you guessed it, Phillip Drummin
Now I'ma fuck the pussy 'till the pussy get numb and
Roll over naked then we kush kush puffin'
This is way too easy though, I am the magnifico
Cuban is pride, but I'm much more like eazy though
If you don't believe me you can see me on your TV yo
Taylor Made Versace, I'm with Khaled on that speedy boat
When it comes to latina MC's there's none bigger
Now who's gonna tell me that I can't say nigga?
Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga bitch hoe
'Cause some chicks is bitches, and some chicks is hoes
Some independent ladies yeah they make a lotta dough
So they get nuthin' but love and respect from Fat Joe
I remember when I stepped in the game yo
Army fatigue with Greg Nice, that flow Joe

You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe, you gotta gotta gotta gotta let 'em know Joe
You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe, you gotta gotta gotta gotta let 'em know
I'm Borricua 'till I die motherfuckers, yes I will detach you
I'll leave holes you can't cover with tattoos
All you lame souls keep prayin' to them statues, when I'm the ghetto God, I'll bless you, achoo
The one spitter, the can't get ridder, major label dropped me what I do?
I got richer
80 babies thoro on the corner, I'm the pitcher
Got a new connect and what I do?
I got richer
Skibbady dabap da B-Bap do wop bam-boo
Guess what, America we love you
And I'm a stay reppin' that TS Crew
And show ya motherfuckers how the BX do
Shit, every time I rock well, it's more like a zoo
Blinds wrapped around the corner if your too late your blue
In that new white phantom, call it: milk on wheels
Niggas wildin' like Joe jus ODed off pills
I ODed of crills, I ODed of mills
You Monopoly guys, haulin' in no billz
Shit, niggas keep askin': how come he so real?
6'1", light skin, got them green eyes, teal
Haha, it's the fugitive
Coca
I'm on the run, and I'm eatin' bitch
Street runner on this one, bitch
We'd like to welcome you, "elephant in the room", (thank you, thank you), bitch
Top of my game right now, can't nobody see me man
We use different forms of transportation nigga
I'm on different planets than y'all niggas right now
You can deny all you want nigga
Coca's spittin' that shit, these streets is mine
Oh, I get on some Pun shit
What you want? That hardcore, commercial shit?
What you wanna dance? Crills mania, nigga
BX TS!
I owns this shit!

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Saturday, May 29, 2021

No Panties by Ty Dolla $ign lyrics

No Panties

Ty Dolla $ign

GENRE
R&B
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Thick bitch with a tight dress (Ha)
Red bottoms [?] (Hahaha)
It fits just right (Right)
I bet she ain't got no panties on
Mustard on the beat, hoe
(Yeah, that shit looks good though)
She ain't got no panties on (It's a movie)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
I'm in the party on that Bob Marley (What?)
Anything fast like Maserati (Ha)
Baby got ass like Nicki (What?)
Tell her put the boom boom on the dicky dicky (Go)
Thick bitch with a slim waist (Slim waist)
All my bitches bad, I got good taste (Ha)
Your nigga broke, you should be embarrassed (Embarrassed)
And if it ain't real, it don't wear
She pull up in a Benz, getting off (Off)
All her friends a ten, they'd be getting off (Off)
Nine times out of a ten, I'm both killing off
If they ain't fucking then we pulling off
Tellers do what they want (Ha)
Let them haters say what they want (Ha)
I'm looking for my next bitch (Next bitch)
[?] like Tetris (Go)
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Thick bitch with a tight dress (Dress)
Red bottoms [?] (Ha)
It fits just right (Right)
I bet she ain't got no panties on
(And I know that still look good)
She ain't got no panties on (Haha)
Yeah, yeah ([?])

[Verse 2: Joe Moses]
White bitch a chico (What?)
Got so much ass, need a [?] (Ha)
Walking in a party with a mink coat (Coat)
[?] ([?])
Nigga I come from the 50's (All round)
Well we put it on 50's (All round)
Got a bunch of niggas with me (All round)
And I bet she wanna hit me
Nigga, my nigga, her pussy is wet (Wet)
She don't wear panties, her pussy so fat
We gon' make movie, that's word to Sinatra (That's right)
All I do is [?], gotta be so proper
I'm a hood nigga, got a hood bitch
Fucking on the floor, that's some hood shit
Me and TyDolla got another
Fuck you, I won't wear rubber (Ew)
Ha
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Thick bitch with a tight dress (Tight dress)
Red bottoms [?] (What?)
It fits just right (Right)
I bet she ain't got no panties on
(And I know that still look good)
She ain't got no panties on ([?])
Yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Fat pussy, fat pussy
Hit it from the back, pussy
Hit it from the back, pussy
That bitch [?]
That motherfucker look like pizza
When you slice all the pizza, the last piece of pizza
That motherfucker just sitting in the box like that

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Thick bitch with a tight dress (Ha)
Red bottoms [?] (Ha)
It fits just right (Right)
I bet she ain't got no panties on
She ain't got no panties on
Yeah, yeah

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Tuesday, September 14, 2021

I Ain't Hidin by LKeys lyrics

I Ain't Hidin

LKeys

GENRE
Rap
Many men, Many men
Many men, Many men
Many men, Many men
Many men, Many men

Many men
Wish death pon me
Boy but I ain’t with it hidin
Many men

Many men, Many men
Many men, Many men
Many men, Many men
Many men, Many men

Wish death pon me
Boy but I ain’t hidin
I be on that thang
On my own page

Don’t be round no squares
Cuz we ain’t shaped the same
Nah, focused on my drive
So don’t swerve in my lane

Cuz plenty people out here
Die listening to what’s his name
I be hearing keys this
Hearing keys that
But every time a nigga out
They giving keys dap
Really stand up on them words
Really mean that

I’ll pull up with this Fat Joe
Make me lean back
Just know if it’s up
Then it’s up nigga

If it’s all love
Then it’s all love
You know that I’m stuck with ya
Fuck the other side

And it ain’t no love
For a fuck nigga
You see me
And it’s problems

Like Donald
You better duck nigga
Stat
Many men

Many men, Many men
Many men, Many men
Many men, Many men
Many men, Many men
Wish death pon me
Boy but I ain’t with it hidin
Many men, Many men
Many men, Many men

Many men, Many men
Many men, Many men
Many men
Wish death pon me

Boy but I ain’t hidin
Play no game
Ain’t nothing sweet
Talking cash you know I get it

Pull up they know it’s me
Chasing cake I gotta get it
On the go
If it ain’t adding up to my bag

I ain’t with it
They be hating
When yo money tall
And they money small

I like a midget
I’m bout that
Mo-ne-y stack so tall
They can’t see “I”
I hatin ass niggas wanna try to be
”I“ look I’m mine no T.I
These bitches be choosin
I’m winning they losing

It’s a problem imma solve it
Keep that waka
Oh let’s do it
Many men

Many men, Many men
Many men, Many men
Many men, Many men
Many men, Many men

Wish death pon me
Boy but I ain’t with it hidin
Many men, Many men
Many men, Many men

Many men, Many men
Many men, Many men
Many men
Wish death pon me

Boy but I ain’t hidin
Many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death pon me

Boy I don’t cry no more
Don’t look to the sky no mo
Have mercy on me

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Saturday, October 16, 2021

Zoey Dollaz Freestyles on Flex | Freestyle #040 by Zoey Dollaz lyrics

Zoey Dollaz Freestyles on Flex | Freestyle #040

Zoey Dollaz

GENRE
Rap
[Verse]
I'm a JAY Z with Biggie rhymes
I'm a Nas with 2Pac mind
I'm Kodak Black and Bobby Shmurda with two Glock Nines
I'm a Dave East, mix it in with some AZ
I'm Andre 3000 and Eminem, I'm a little crazy
I'm a Jeezy with T.I.P
I'm Luda mixed with Future
Maybe I'm Mayweather mixed with the strength of the great Ali
I'm a Meek Mill with a little bit of Game in me
I'm Drake mixed with Kanye, the game in me
I'm an Akon, mix it in with some Nate Dogg
I'm a Snoop, probably thought I was gon say Wiz
But I figured you should wait dog
Chance The Rapper with a little Big Sean in me
I'm a don like Fat Joe with bars like Ricky
I should probably stay quiet but I'm gon' speak
I'm Frank Lucas mixed with Big Meech
I'm Jadakiss, once again you probably thought I said I was Styles P
And I am what you say I am
And if I wasn't, then why would you say I am
Product of my environment, last of a dying breed
Flex, these mumble rap niggas twins like Siamese
Dead or alive, you will never be better than I
I'm sick with rhymes, nigga, you better go get you a job
Fuckin' with me, you bound to lose some money
If this rap shit was a trophy, they'll never take it from me
I'm the sickest nigga coming out
My bars like an earthquake
When I rhyme, I bomb shit, niggas comin' out
Young nigga still reppin' D-A-D-E
Still feel like a lot of niggas can't fuck with me
When it comes to rap shit, I'm a dragon
Spit that flame, leave a rap nigga all in ashes (Yeah)
Niggas with a SoundCloud link think they a rapper
Whatever I'm doin' ,well that shit probably don't matter
Just cuz you rock designer shit don't make you real nigga
Just cuz you get on trap beats don't make your ass a hitter
Just cuz you talk about packs don't make your ass a dealer
You talk about Act, boy, you probably not a sipper (Yeah)
I'm never slippin', boy, that forty beatin' on reach
Won't release, bet your ass take a long sleep
Red dot looking like when a bomb beats
Get your head popped, man, you better stay calm, G
On a beat, I'm goin' off like fire drills
Try me and get findin' axes like Silent Hills
If he sick, man, he comin' out the hospital
The way the boy handle bars like a bicycle (Yeah)
I say he sicker than me, he better comin' out the hospital
The way the boy handle bars like a bicycle

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