Stitches – I’m the Plug Lyrics

I’m a drug dealer baby (yeh)
Who am I? I’m a drug dealer baby (yeh)
Who am I? [Chorus]
When I went to Mexico I met my plug
A thousand bricks on the front, he showed me love (he showed me love)
Got on a private jet, I’m in Columbia
Met a Columbian and then I fell in love
(Mami)
Who am I? They say that I’m crazy (yeh)
No I won’t stop, now I’m on top
I got haters and they want me to fall
If you looking for me I’m in the mall
Drug money so you know im a bawh (yeh)
[Outro]
When I went to Mexico I met my plug
A thousand bricks on the front, he showed me love (he showed me love)
Got on a private jet, I’m in Columbia
Met a Columbian and then I fell in love
(Mami)
Who am I? I’m a drug dealer baby (yeh)
Who am I? They say that I’m crazy (yeh)
No I won’t stop, now I’m on top
I got haters and they want me to fall
If you looking for me I’m in the mall
Drug money so you know im a bawh (yeh)
[Verse 1]
Let me tell you how I feel (Dimelo!)
Good, you should see my new car, V-12 under my hood
Drivin’ my (?), rocking Louis Vuitton
I go so hard in this bitch, selling cocaine im so rich
[Verse 2]
I know that you hate, but it’s okay
I used to eat McDonalds, now I eat fish and steak
I got the work in Day County, I got the work in Chicago
I feel like El Chapo, I feel like Pablo
[Verse 3]
In mexico, the call me narcotrafficante (for real)
Ponte lo (?), you don’t want no residue
I’m the landlord (yeh), I’m the drug lord (yeh)
You better pay me my money (my money!), or I’m killin’ you
[Chorus]
When I went to Mexico I met my plug
A thousand bricks on the front, he showed me love (he showed me love)
Got on a private jet, I’m in Columbia
Met a Columbian and then I fell in love
(Mami)
Who am I? They say that I’m crazy (yeh)
No I won’t stop, now I’m on top
I got haters and they want me to fall
If you looking for me I’m in the mall
Drug money so you know im a bawh (yeh)

Listen Popcaan New Song “Rich & Bad” Prod. By Markus

Popcaan has a clear message for his enemies and that is he is “Rich & Bad.”
The Unruly Boss teamed up with producer Markus Myrie, Buju Banton son, for the new dancehall banger. Since last year he has been beefing with Mavado and Alkaline and this new track “Rich & Bad” would make for a clever diss record although he didn’t released it as a diss. Listen to Popcaan new song “Rich & Bad” below. He also drop the visuals for his gangsta anthem “El Chapo” earlier this month, sending a signal that he is ready for war. “Pu**y dem diss man a die out / Can’t diss one and fly out / New submachine man try out / Rich and bad, yeah,” Popcaan deejay over a drum heavy beat. “The Killy dem make a murder step / Assault rifle a beat, so a murder make / And anuh no likkle girl a step / Hundred buss dem head with the Intratec.”
This marks the second single released by Popcaan this month.

Lil Pump – Smoke My Dope Lyrics

[Intro: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
Yuh, yuh
Lil Purpp, Lil Pump
Yuh, huh
Brrrrt
Okay, what, yeah, what, yeah, yuh, ooh
Yuh, ooh, huh, ooh, huh
(Ronny J listen up)
[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)
[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Cocaine on the boat (yeah, ooh)
I just had a stroke
Yeah, your baby daddy broke
Legit pay no ho child support (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Walk in the club and I flex like ooh
Take a nigga bitch in a Bentley coupe
Niggas ain’t even, I don’t see you
Bitch pussy bald just like Caillou (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
[Verse 2: SmokePurpp]
I just smoke my dope (what)
Holes in the back of the coat (of the coat, brrrt)
Came to the party in a boat (yuh)
Chains on my neck make me choke (yeah)
Balmain on my jeans (yuh)
Pour a four of lean (Lil Purpp)
She gon’ swallow kids (huh, yeah)
That’s a Kid’s Cuisine, yeah
[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)
[Verse 3: Lil Pump]
Dope up in the stove (ooh, damn)
Mama told me no (ooh, no)
I feel like El Chapo (yuh)
Every time I whip a bowl (yuh, yuh, ooh)
Whippin’ up dope in the trap spot (what)
Sellin’ cocaine to your grandma (yuh)
Whippin’ up dope in the trap spot (yuh, yuh)
Sellin’ cocaine to your grandma (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
[Verse 4: SmokePurpp]
Lil Purpp still sell crack (ooh)
His mom still move packs (uh)
Fuckin’ up the racks up at Sak’s (uh)
In the trap, still movin’ dime sacks (uh)
Poppin’ hella Molly and X (uh, yuh)
Fuckin’ on your bitch and your ex (what)
She rubbin’ on my dick like a pet (uh)
Wanna ride me like a jet (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)

Coco Cuba – Dtf paroles

Paroles DTF – Coco Cuba

Choca choca
Esé y’a plus d’famille, Paco a tiré sur Miklo
Vas-t’en, vas-t’en, tues pas ton frère comme Cruzito
J’ai le cigare à Tony, le costard à De Niro
Coup franc enroulé placé à la Del Piero
La morale de Montana, los principes de la ciudad
Hasta, hasta luego, j’m’embête j’suis trop loco
J’ai la dégaine señora, on fait ami amia
Baila, baila Maria, on s’casse à Miamia
J’vous fais des bisous sur vos cous
J’lève en l’air le quinze coups (rah rah rah)
C’est vrai j’suis fatigué versuri-lyrics.info
Les hyènes sont là ce soir j’fais la .. dawa j’vais tout niquer
À courir après les thunes, j’sais plus où j’ai mis mon coeur
J’suis rarement avec toi bébé j’comprends pourquoi tu pleures
J’écrase ma peine dans l’cendar j’vois le mal qui m’appelle
Entouré d’mes loups, ces sauvages, la bonne époque qui s’rappelle?(coco cuba)

Eh mamacita ton odeur me rend fou, fou, fou
Ola ma choca, ma bella, j’irai jusqu’au bout, bout, bout. (x2)

Elle d’vient d’plus en plus bonne j’suis sous Tequila
Habla un poquito español chiquita
Rempli d’bla bla j’m’en tape moi j’me casse dans la villa
Mojito dans les mains, j’t’oublie jusqu’à demain
J’effrite mon taga dans la massa mmhhh
J’suis posé dans le barrio et j’fais ahhh
Et m’demande pas pourquoi, pourquoi, j’fais ça
Moi j’veux prendre mes lovés, m’casser à la playa
Petit frère observe de loin veut faire comme son grand frérot
Dadinho a grandi, c’est d’venu Zé Pequeño
Ba-baila, con migo pepito
Riberta comme El Chapo.

Eh mamacita ton odeur me rend fou, fou, fou
Ola ma choca, ma bella, j’irai jusqu’au bout, bout, bout. (x2)

Baila con migo, viens danse avec moi ce soir
Baila con migo, toi et moi faut pas qu’ça foire
Baila con migo, lalalala
Baila con migo.

Eh mamacita ton odeur me rend fou, fou, fou
Ola ma choca, ma bella, j’irai jusqu’au bout, bout, bouttt. (x2)
DTF paroles
Video Cuba

Ghet-Apens – Samat feat. Kaaris paroles

Paroles Samat – Ghet-Apens

Hey yo, c’est Pablo
Mes ennemis sur l’tableau mais dans l’Porsche j’l’ai pas eux
J’laisse sur l’carreau
J’parle de meurtre et d’braquo, demande au poto Fianso
Fusil d’assaut : j’perce tes abdo’, trou tes dorsaux, recto-verso
Qui veut ma peau?
J’tire mon chapeau, détruis l’château, plus d’El Chapo
Arrête ton ce-vi, meurtres en séries
Stains, Sevran, c’est déjà la Syrie
Tes kil’ passent les, gilets, bracelets
Bang bang : coup de feu, intempéries
Fais gaffe au ghet-apens, grand frère, les petits ont grandit
Qui t’a dit qu’on ne m’verrait pas barber des bandits
Fais gaffe au ghet-apens surtout quand toi tu la rejoins
On veut la tête du chef ou bien celle de son adjoint
On est tous .., on a tous des armes de poing
Descends, on va t’descendre, du mois d’décembre au mois d’juin.

/Qui t’a dit qu’on ne m’verrait pas dans la Bugatti ?/ (x4)
/Qui t’a dit qu’on ne m’verrait pas braquer des bandits ?/ (x4)

Hey yo, c’est Freezer
Brava comme un videur, riz dans l’autocuiseur
Missile Stinger
J’parle de tchoins et d’dealers : interdit aux mineurs
Putain d’menteur, on sait tous que t’es mon plus grand admirateur
Grand prédateur, j’suis l’ombre qui plane au-dessus de la chambre de ta sœur
Trousse de survie : mon pocheton, mon cke-glo, capote king size
Pour une sse-cui, ton poto devient chelou comme dans X-Files
Qui t’a dit qu’on ne m’verrait pas dans la Bugatti?
Démasqué, beaucoup d’flashs, j’suis cerné : Fugazi
J’rentre dans la bergerie et mes clones trouvent ça troublant
Toutes les brebis ont vu mes crocs, connu comme le loup blanc
Moi c’est l’PSG, déterminé comme un ultra versuri-lyrics.info
Ainsi va la vie, il pleut sur les bons et sur les pules-cra.

/Qui t’a dit qu’on ne m’verrait pas dans la Bugatti ?/ (x4)
/Qui t’a dit qu’on ne m’verrait pas braquer des bandits ?/ (x4)
Samat paroles
Video Samat

Belly – Consuela (feat. Young Thug & Zack)

[Verse 1: Belly]
She hit the plane with half a kilo
She turned around and said tranquilo
Tomorrow meet me at mi casa
Just call me when you know que pasa
I think I’m falling for consuela
She’s from the slums of Venezuela
No I can’t wait until mañana
I fly and meet you in Havana
I’m dressed in black just like mi gente
Like es el dia de la muerte
She’s only loyal to el jefe
I bet she taste just like tres leches

[Hook: Belly]
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela

[Verse 2: Young Thug + Zack Kharbouch]
I gave a ‘Rari to my brother (skrt-skrt-skrt)
I bought a mansion for my mother (for my mother)
I got like 20 xans, all colors (xannies and percs)
I’ma get these hoes in love with [?]
Turned to a boss, I’m writing checks (writing checks)
Got 20,000 VV’s on my neck (on my neck)
Turned to a monster, I’m T-Rex
I’m with your wife, no I don’t kiss her, hey
She got me running like El Chapo
I took my other bitch to Cabo
All she call me is el jefe
Feds asking questions, no comprende (no sabe nada)

[Hook: Belly]
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela

[Verse 3: Belly + Zach Kharbouch]
She love to argue papa fuera
Gave her love but she no quería
She used to sing guantanamera
Diamonds dancing, Macarena
I’m tryna be a caballero
I think she only love dinero
She have some beef and dropped some pesos
That’s hamburguesa with the queso

[Hook: Belly]
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela

Fat Joe & Remy Ma – Cookin (feat. French Montana & Rysovalid) (Plata O Plomo Album)

[Intro: French Montana]
Crack
Haaan
(This is…)
Montana
Skrr

[Bridge: French Montana]
Bad bitches, fuckin’ everyone of ’em
Ten chains, rockin’ everyone of ’em
I’m in the club, bitches beggin’ me to shoot ’em up
With the seventeens, sixteens, there ain’t a new one up

[Hook: RySoValid]
It look like I been cookin’, it look like I been cookin’
It look like I been cookin’, it look like I been cookin’
It look like I been cookin’, it look like I been cookin’
It look like I been cookin’, it look like I been cookin’

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Summer’s gone and we still doin’ Lebron numbers
Make Rihanna want the Don on her
Bag alert, Goyard on the duffel
So much [?] up on the plate niggas swear I’m shavin’ truffle, han
El Chapo notice me
He said work forever, my lady got bricks of Jodeci
Don’t it look like I been cookin’?
Trump in the trunk, half a ticket in the cushion
Hit it once at the Carter Hall
And she ain’t even know she was a squirter, yo
Bad bitches, mami with the slanted eyes
Half black, half white, that’s my panda vibe

[Bridge: French Montana]
Bad bitches, fuckin’ everyone of ’em
Ten chains, rockin’ everyone of ’em
I’m in the club, bitches beggin’ me to shoot ’em up
With the seventeens, sixteens, there ain’t a new one up

[Hook: RySoValid]
It look like I been cookin’, it look like I been cookin’
It look like I been cookin’, it look like I been cookin’
It look like I been cookin’, it look like I been cookin’
It look like I been cookin’, it look like I been cookin’

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
I got a lot of bread, cause I’m gettin’ dough
Yeah I got that cake, I be on the stove
We are not the same, I’m one of a kind
It’s my time, you hatin’ on me, get in line son
Rem on the mission, I’m in the kitchen with Joe and
I just chiefed up a yacht, I’m tryna whip me a Boeing
Mami you’re like average, I’m in the white palace
I’m out in Dubai, everybody lookin’ like Khaled
The match chinchilla, my pets been killa
I’m cookin’ like it’s the last Thursday in November
That means it’s Thanksgiving, I’m making baked chicken
I’m on my second plate, and your pieces ain’t hittin’
What it look like, bitch?

[Bridge: French Montana]
Bad bitches, fuckin’ everyone of ’em
Ten chains, rockin’ everyone of ’em
I’m in the club, bitches beggin’ me to shoot ’em up
With the seventeens, sixteens, there ain’t a new one up

[Hook: RySoValid]
It look like I been cookin’, it look like I been cookin’
It look like I been cookin’, it look like I been cookin’
It look like I been cookin’, it look like I been cookin’
It look like I been cookin’, it look like I been cookin’

[Bridge: French Montana]
Bad bitches, fuckin’ everyone of ’em
Ten chains, rockin’ everyone of ’em
I’m in the club, bitches beggin’ me to shoot ’em up
With the seventeens, sixteens, there ain’t a new one up

[Hook: RySoValid]
It look like I been cookin’, it look like I been cookin’
It look like I been cookin’, it look like I been cookin’
It look like I been cookin’, it look like I been cookin’
It look like I been cookin’, it look like I been cookin’

Wyclef Jean – Hendrix (J’ouvert Deluxe Edition Album)

[Pre-Hook]
I’ma do this one for my homies gone
The judge hit the hammer they ain’t coming home
We all are from the danger zone
The devil pulled the card and he said choose one
I chose music, my homies chose yay
Some of my ballers chose the NBA
Cuzzo’s on the block, man they gang bang
Funeral parlors makin’ all the change

[Hook]
Yeah when my cousin got his first tec
I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement
All I wanted to be was a rock star
And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
El Chapo, Si
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

[Verse]
Gone ’til November, he ain’t comin’ back
I was talking bout my homies man that sold crack
Caught in the trap, hit from the back
They hid the steel
Like the owl boy that’s hidden on the dollar bill
Welcome to the rotten apple
The city of lights
No matter how days shine
They can’t steal the nights
Cause when the ghost knock knock
Just before you guess, red dot at your chest
The Eagles raid the cuckoos nest
Better be with them artillery packs
They be jumping like Jack when they jump out the box
Ratatatata that’s the sound of the gat
They be flying through the air like vampire bat
Straight from the back when they attack
In the middle o’ night when you up in the trap
You keep on bucking, they bucking you back
In the middle of bucking somebody get flat

[Pre-Hook]
I’ma do this one for my homies gone
The judge hit the hammer they ain’t coming home
We all are from the danger zone
The devil pulled the card and he said choose one
I chose music, my homies chose yay
Some of my ballers chose the NBA
Cuzzo’s on the block, man they gang bang
Funeral parlors makin’ all the change

[Hook]
When my cousin got his first tec
I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement
All I wanted was to be a rock star
And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

[Outro]
When he bought me that guitar I felt like Prince the artist
Turn up my guitar
When my cousin got his first tat
Acoustic trappin’ in the basement
All I wanted was to be a rock star

Ralo – My Brothers (feat. Future)

[Intro – Future]
You know this s**t adding up right now, you know what
I’m saying like Freebandz Gang, Taliban Gang.
Same thing, same difference, dig what I’m saying?
I’m finna spazz out right quick though, check gang though

[Chorus – Future]
My brother, my goon, my goon, my ni**a, my partners
Hold up, we try to be cool but cool you ni**as want problems
Hold up, please don’t enter Atlanta, we gotta get to em
Aye, ride up and load up them hammers ni**a we been doing it
That check, that check, that check on me away
Aye, I just took a dab of some molly bars
Aye, I just f**ked a stripper out at Follies bar
And I’m still running with the same gang

[Verse 1 – Ralo]
Op s**t, pop s**t
12 can’t stop s**t
Please name one bi**h
I cannot hit
She my main squeeze, these other bi**hes can’t be
I need you to thank me cause other ni**as ain’t me
My brothers, my brothers, my goons, my goons
You better not touch em, or be hit with the brooms
Better not make me mad
Got the things that’ll make the news
I don’t mean to break the rules
But look at what you made me do
Never heard of dog foot until they heard of Ralo
Every time I buy a brick it like I hit the lotto
I got more cheese than a nacho
Please free El Chapo
Tell em that I don’t cuff em
I ain’t f**king with these thot hoes

[Chorus – Future]
My brother, my goon, my goon, my ni**a, my partners
Hold up, we try to be cool but cool you ni**as want problems
Hold up, please don’t enter Atlanta, we gotta get to em
Aye, ride up and load up them hammers ni**a we been doing it
That check, that check, that check on me away
Aye, I just took a dab of some molly bars
Aye, I just f**ked a stripper out at Follies bar
And I’m still running with the same gang

[Verse 2 – Ralo]
Same ni**as with me, every day I recount
Only way I ever seen your bi**h was on her kneecaps
Every ni**a in my car strapped, f**k a seatbelt
All these pu**y ni**as join a gang because they need help
Help me it’s mayday, it’s mayday
You f**king on s**t in the club
Ain’t hard for a bi**h to sleep when she sleep with a thug
See me a bowl or see me with nothing at all
Give me the role, got people they want me to fall
I never turn my back on my brother and I never will
He know I never steal and I would never tell on him
Anything I got or ever had he can get half of
Even when I’m mad, it’s all love, we call it mad love

[Verse 3 – Future]
I got that money in the bag, the money like uh
I got that money in the bag, the money like uh
Hold up, Ralo got that check and ran it up
We don’t give a f**k about you, what you worth?
Look at my wrist, that’s a foreign car on me
I get to flicking my wrist with that Audemar on me, woah
Gotta be a real…to stand by us, uh
Taliban Gang, we wet this party up
All my ni**as still wanna gang bang
And I’m still running with the same gang
I just empty the clip and flip the clip, brp
Fit the big bullets in the clip, brp

[Outro – Future]
Ralo got that check and ran it up
Fit the big bullets in the clip, brp

Tech N9ne – Buss Serves (feat. Big Scoob & Young Devi D) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro]
Started with the blow and went to flows
Listen to me tell my gutter story and it goes

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
When I was 19
I went to go live with my auntie and noticed she had nice things
The furniture and
All of her clothes quite clean
To never be working a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream, team
She put me on
And my witness Simone
Stay remarkably grown
That’s why my pockets be long
Ducked some feds, dumped packs, and then got custom threads
From serving boofas in KC we say let’s buss some heads, nigga
In French village, I went till, it got the rent bill, it got so heavy I no longer benched skrilla was a cinch still I had to Vince Neil it
Yell in a microphone and write them songs they like it’s on
I let go they life worth of pipe is blown to flowing ignite my home I used to
Buss serves
Now I, buss words
Either way slanging or sanging whatever life Imma just splurge
We had the spot though until it really got hot so
Escape I did like El Chapo
But nuevas still get faded, vato

[Hook: Young Devi D and Tech N9ne]
I pull up, pull up
Bussin serves
I pull up, pull up
Bussin serves
(Young nigga chasing it back)
I pull up bussin serves
Young nigga pull up, pull up
Bussin serves, commas
Either way I’mma be stacking it
On my, mama
Making my milli from rapping it or
Bussin serves, commas
Either way Imma be stacking it
On my, mama
Making my milli from rapping it or
Bussin serves

[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
On my mama nigga
Pull up, I’m bussin serves
But you won’t find me nickel and diming, man I’m off the curb
Prolly find me somewhere rhyming man this flow’s absurd
Or maybe find me on my grinding where the pot is stirred
Either way I’m bout my pay I’m tryna stack up my dollars
Ripping the chowder, stomping the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for louder
Necked it to a vato
Hefe head honcho
El Chapo with the hot flows
Still logged in with the block though
Hit a thang and make the knot grow
Push a nigga push it all bro
Pussy pills to that Pablo
In dark or night nigga I glow
Old nigga with the bag bro
Silly nigga with the mag though
Be careful what he bust his ass for
I’m airing out one of you assholes
Real shit, but the paper quit when the violence hit, nigga beep it bool
Shit bricks and quick licks turned meal ticks, nigga beep it bool
Out here hungry chasing food
All in, refuse to lose
Bussin serves or bussin words, ask about me, I’m that dude

[Hook: Young Devi D and Tech N9ne]
I pull up, pull up
Bussin serves
I pull up, pull up
Bussin serves
(Young nigga chasing it back)
I pull up bussin serves
Young nigga pull up, pull up
Bussin serves, commas
Either way I’mma be stacking it
On my, mama
Making my milli from rapping it or
Bussin serves, commas
Either way Imma be stacking it
On my, mama
Making my milli from rapping it or
Bussin serves

[Verse 3: Young Devi D]
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
It’s just something about [hundreds], when you thumbing through them signs
I quit fucking with them niggas, cause they ain’t wan’ shine
And that’s all I’m tryna do, it’s why I grit, it’s why I grind
I pull up bussin serves nigga all at the trailer parks
I talk money fluent, they ain’t teach it in language arts
Damn that nigga street smart, reflex razor sharp
Don’t fall in love with me baby, I’m just gon’ break your heart
Smash through the sheet, like the fucking Transporter
I got film of your bitch, on my camcorder
Had to show it to my homies, this right here my life mane
Hit a lick for 30, lost 20 in the dice game
Fuck it man it’s nothing, I swear to God it’s nothing
I tried to down that sucker but I paralyzed his cousin
Oops fuck it, oops fuck it
That come with the pop-off
You my son’s son lil nigga, call me papa

[Hook: Young Devi D and Tech N9ne]
I pull up, pull up
Bussin serves
I pull up, pull up
Bussin serves
(Young nigga chasing it back)
I pull up bussin serves
Young nigga pull up, pull up
Bussin serves, commas
Either way I’mma be stacking it
On my, mama
Making my milli from rapping it or
Bussin serves, commas
Either way Imma be stacking it
On my, mama
Making my milli from rapping it or
Bussin serves

Belly – Consuela (feat. Young Thug & Zack) (Inzombia Mixtape)

[Verse 1: Belly]
She hit the plane with half a kilo
She turned around and said tranquilo
Tomorrow meet me at mi casa
Just call me when you know que pasa
I think I’m falling for consuela
She’s from the slums of Venezuela
No I can’t wait until mañana
I fly to meet you in Havana
I’m dressed in black just like mi gente
Like es el dia de la muerte
She’s only loyal to el jefe
I bet she taste just like tres leches

[Hook: Belly]
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela

[Verse 2: Young Thug + Zack Kharbouch]
I gave a ‘Rari to my brother (skrt-skrt-skrt)
I bought a mansion for my mother (for my mother)
I got like 20 xans, all colors (xannies and percs)
I’ma get these hoes in love with [?]
Turned to a boss, I’m writing checks (writing checks)
Got 20,000 VV’s on my neck (on my neck)
Turned to a monster, I’m T-Rex
I’m with your wife, no I don’t kiss her, hey
She got me running like El Chapo
I took my other bitch to Cabo
All she call me is el jefe
Feds asking questions, no comprende

[Hook]
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela

[Verse 3: Belly + Zach Kharbouch]
She love to argue papa fuera
Gave her love but she no quería
She used to sing guantanamera
Diamonds dancing, Macarena
I’m tryna be a caballero
I think she only love dinero
She have some beef and dropped some pesos
That’s hamburguesa with the queso

[Hook: Belly]
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela

Belly – Consuela

[Verse 1: Belly]
She hit the plane with half a kilo
She turned around and said tranquilo
Tomorrow meet me at mi casa
Just call me when you know que pasa
I think I’m falling for consuela
She’s from the slums of Venezuela
No I can’t wait until mañana
I fly to meet you in Havana
I’m dressed in black just like mi gente
Like es el dia de la muerte
She’s only loyal to el jefe
I bet she taste just like tres leches

[Hook: Belly]
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela

[Verse 2: Young Thug + Zack Kharbouch]
I gave a ‘Rari to my brother (skrt-skrt-skrt)
I bought a mansion for my mother (for my mother)
I got like 20 xans, all colors (xannies and percs)
I’ma get these hoes in love with (?)
Turned to a boss, I’m writing checks (writing checks)
Got 20,000 VV’s on my neck (on my neck)
Turned to a monster, I’m T-Rex
I’m with your wife, no I don’t kiss her, hey
She got me running like El Chapo
I took my other bitch to Cabo
All she call me is el jefe
Feds asking questions, no comprende

[Hook]
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela

[Verse 3: Belly + Zach Kharbouch]
She love to argue papa fuera
Gave her love but she no quera
She used to sing guantanamera
Diamonds dancing, Macarena
I’m tryna be a caballero
I think she only love dinero
She have some beef and dropped some pesos
That’s hamburguesa with the queso

[Hook: Belly]
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela

Meek Mill – You Know lyrics

[INTRO: Nicki Minaj]
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When I pull up to the crib (pull up, pull up)
Hurry up and get dressed (what’s up, what’s up)
Spend a couple hours on your makeup
Twenty minutes I done made that to a mess
And you know like I know
I was your side nigga, you was my side hoe
He broke you in, I’m the one broke you out though
‘Cause you got that D and you turned into El Chapo
Run from that nigga if he drive by your house though
This that Givenchy, that new Saint Laurent flow
This that go cash out that G65 flow
I like you, you hit the lotto
I put you on to the Perc and Moscato
I put you on to fuckin’ in Cabo
Said we would only fuck once and would stop though
You know that’s a lie though

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Uh you know, they don’t never do it better than the boy
Have you in the dealer like a kid pick a toy
Lord she say that she never been on a PJ, mile high
Fuck her and her friend on the PJ
You know I flew that girl to Turks on her bday
I got up under her skirt on her bday
Know I keep it in the stash house, on keepsake
Know I walked in, a hundred thou on the pre-k
Yeah, a hundred thou, back to back for a week straight
Girl you know how we play

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
You stay a hundred with me, I stay a hundred with you
They wasn’t fuckin’ with me, ’cause I was fuckin’ with you
They said “She fuckin’ with him” I’m like, “She fuckin’ with who?”
‘Cause now she fuckin’ with me, ha

[Hook: Meek Mill]
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Outro: Nicki Minaj (Meek Mill)]
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
(One time, crunch time, you know)
You know, you know
You know, you know
(You know, you know, you know)
(You know, you know, you know)

Meek Mill – You Know

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When I pull up to the crib (pull up, pull up)
Hurry up and get dressed (what’s up, what’s up)
Spend a couple hours on your makeup
Twenty minutes I done made that to a mess
And you know like I know
I was your side nigga, you was my side hoe
He broke you in, I’m the one broke you out though
‘Cause you got that D and you turned into El Chapo
Run from that nigga if he drive by your house though
This that Givenchy, that new Saint Laurent flow
This that go cash out that G65 flow
I like you, you hit the lotto
I put you on to the Perc and Moscato
I put you on to fuckin’ in Cabo
Said we would only fuck once and would stop though
You know that’s a lie though
[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Uh you know, they don’t never do it better than the boy
Have you in the dealer like a kid pick a toy
Lord she say that she never been on a PJ, mile high
Fuck her and her friend on the PJ
You know I flew that girl to Turks on her bday
I got up under her skirt on her bday
Know I keep it in the stash house, on keepsake
Know I walked in, a hundred thou on the pre-k
Yeah, a hundred thou, back to back for a week straight
Girl you know how we play

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
You stay a hundred with me, I stay a hundred with you
They wasn’t fuckin’ with me, ’cause I was fuckin’ with you
They said “She fuckin’ with him” I’m like, “She fuckin’ with who?”
‘Cause now she fuckin’ with me, ha

[Hook: Meek Mill]
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Outro: Nicki Minaj (Meek Mill)]
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
(One time, crunch time, you know)
You know, you know
You know, you know
(You know, you know, you know)
(You know, you know, you know)

A$ton Matthews – Coldest Night In Hell letras

[Intro]
Yeah, ok, yeah
These the darkest nights your boy done ever seen, yeah

[Verse 1]
These the darkest nights your boy done ever seen
A hunnid days, a hunnid nights, it’s like a murder scene
You know we seen but ain’t heard a thing
We just keep the choppers on the judge
The kitchen looking like the Medaying
Ball, who you think you playing with?
The ones that running with you
Them the ones you ain’t done playing with
Six feet under shit’s creek, dead sheep
You can hear the majors crying when the dead speak
They tell you everything you wanna hear, ok
Bare face, so I know you know you saw me clear
Thought I told you love was murder so you know it’s real
You always get the coldest feet before you close the deal
Ain’t no need to panic, I don’t feel no pressure
All my niggas pedal through the tragic, really with the extras
Catch a holy, catch a holy ghost, say a prayer
We don’t do the most, bed of black roses for your funeral

[Hook]
Dirty money, run it in the sink
This the coldest night in Hell you ever seen
Dirty money, run it in the sink
This the coldest night in Hell you ever seen
Dirty money, run it in the sink
This the coldest night in Hell you ever seen
Dirty money, run it in the sink
This the coldest night in Hell you ever seen

[Verse 2]
Been a long time coming, baby, hold your tongue
Ain’t no need for no opinions when you plottin’ on the millions
You been talking brazy, nigga, show me somethin’
But you more concerned with livin’, you been soft from the beginnin’
I could see it in your eyes, tell me what I gotta know
Spare me all the lies, put your body on the flo’
The code of honor wasn’t suited for ya
Buzzing through your Under Armour
Put six feet under, oughtta do it for ya
Snitches get the stitches, boy, you know the layout
Once you pulled up on the turf, you know the only way out
You know it’s death before dishonor, bullets from Nirvana
And we never put the pussy up before the commas
Boy, you really gotta see the vision
You really almost gotta lose it all before you see what’s missin’
And I’m just here to set the record straight
We sitting rats inside the barrel with snakes
Bullets through the heads and face
Hallelujah, drop my soul in that collection plate
Heaven gates, they already late
I picked the spot and you could set the date
I think I’m ready to die
I’ll fuck around and you’ll get buried alive, bitch

[Hook]
Dirty money, run it in the sink
This the coldest night in Hell you ever seen
Dirty money, run it in the sink
This the coldest night in Hell you ever seen
Dirty money, run it in the sink
This the coldest night in Hell you ever seen
Dirty money, run it in the sink
This the coldest night in Hell you ever seen

[Outro]
We begin tonight with that massive manhunt underway in Mexico for the man considered to be the world’s most dangerous drug lord. Joaquín Guzmán – you see him there – best known as “El Chapo,” has escaped from a maximum security prison for the second time. Worth more than a billion dollars, he’s the head of the cartel that controls much of the flow of cocaine, marijuana, and meth into the United States
But to be the man, you gotta beat the man!
And I’m saying – whoo! – right here, I’m, the, man – whoo!

Wyclef Jean – Hendrix letras

[Pre-Hook]
I’ma do this one for my homies gone
The judge hit the hammer they ain’t coming home
We all are from the danger zone
The devil pulled the card and he said choose one
I chose music, my homies chose yay
Some of my ballers chose the NBA
Cuzzo’s on the block, man they gang bang
Funeral parlors makin’ all the change

[Hook]
Yeah when my cousin got his first tec
I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement
All I wanted to be was a rock star
And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
El Chapo, Si
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

[Verse]
Gone ’til November, he ain’t comin’ back
I was talking bout my homies man that sold crack
Caught in the trap, hit from the back
They hid the steel
Like the owl boy that’s hidden on the dollar bill
Welcome to the rotten apple
The city of lights
No matter how days shine
They can’t steal the nights
Cause when the ghost knock knock
Just before you guess, red dot at your chest
The Eagles raid the cuckoos nest
Better be with them artillery packs
They be jumping like Jack when they jump out the box
Ratatatata that’s the sound of the gat
They be flying through the air like vampire bat
Straight from the back when they attack
In the middle o’ night when you up in the trap
You keep on bucking, they bucking you back
In the middle of bucking somebody get flat

[Pre-Hook]
I’ma do this one for my homies gone
The judge hit the hammer they ain’t coming home
We all are from the danger zone
The devil pulled the card and he said choose one
I chose music, my homies chose yay
Some of my ballers chose the NBA
Cuzzo’s on the block, man they gang bang
Funeral parlors makin’ all the change

[Hook]
When my cousin got his first tec
I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement
All I wanted was to be a rock star
And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

[Outro]
When he bought me that guitar I felt like Prince the artist
Turn up my guitar
When my cousin got his first tat
Acoustic trappin’ in the basement
All I wanted was to be a rock star