Post Malone Posts All Is OK After His Plane Makes Emergency Landing

A private plane carrying rapper Post Malone a night after he performed at MTV's VMAs made a successful emergency landing at a regional New York airport after its tires had blown during takeoff.
The plane had to burn off fuel before it attempted a landing. The hobbled plane was originally diverted to Massachusetts before being directed to Stewart, which is about 70 miles north of New York City.
Malone posted on Twitter after the landing:
Post Malone’s “Rockstar” won the VMA for Song of the Year last night; he ended the show with a performance alongside Aerosmith.” />


The jet took off this morning from New York's Teterboro Airport bound for London Luten Airport, according to Federal Aviation Administration officials. Malone was headed to England where he has gigs this week at the Reading music festival (Friday) and Leeds music festival (Saturday).
The jet, a Gulfstream IV, landed without incident this afternoon at New York Stewart International Airport in Newburgh, NY, where multiple emergency vehicles were waiting. The event was also captured live by local TV stations. News that the flight might be carrying Post Malone among its 16 passengers spread quickly; the Associated Press said fans had gathered and cheered loudly as the plane landed.

Post Malone “Don’t Call Me A Rapper But Still Listen To My Raps”

The “Rockstar” rapper got some heat on Twitter this week after making the statement during an interview with GQ. So the main takaway here is that he can’t have it both ways, although some fans can be a bit too critical of artists on social media. I make music that I like and I think that kicks ass, that I think the people who f**k with me as a person and as an artist will like.”
That statement triggered a backlash on Twitter and some fans told him directly to just quit hip hop all entirely and make another genre of music. ????? — The Saint Laurent Seal (@josh_vickerson3) January 27, 2018

post Malone too busy featuring in everyone else’s songs he forgot about his album leave him alone so he can drop his damn album please
— Uchiha (@Zyphree_) January 26, 2018

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A queer Black woman innovated rock n roll in the 1940’s
A Black woman was behind the sugar hill gang who put hip hop on the map in 1979
The Post Malone article doesn’t surprise me. — |L I Z Z O| (@lizzo) January 27, 2018

If you sit there and try to tell me Meek Mill is trash but you listen to Post Malone im done talking to your simple ass ??? It’s the same erasure of culture that’s been happening since the dawn of modern music. 1 By Smashing Guitar

‘Rockstar’ Post Malone Stage Dive And No One Caught Him Instead, he chose rap since white, hip hop audiences have a penchant for going crazy over mediocre, European-American rappers. Post Malone don’t want to be called a rapper anymore but he still wants you to listen to his raps. Nevertheless, he currently has the No. “I definitely feel like there’s a struggle being a white rapper,” Post Malone said. Post Malone spoke about his struggles being a white rapper in the music industry, which might have influenced him to making the statement on not wanting to be labeled a rapper anymore. Some folks sees it as a double standard where he wants to not be labeled as a rapper but at the same time he puts out a tone of new music that’s hardcore rap. I just want to be a person that makes music. 3 song on Billboard Hot 100. post malone – doesn’t wanna be called a rapper
post malone – raps, raps over typically rap beats, features rappers, uses slang and accents popular in rap music
“guys it’s been so hard for me don’t box me in”
— thatgweilo (@grimskeeter) January 26, 2018

He could’ve done alternative rock, tanked, & realized he was wack. “But I don’t want to be a rapper.

White Sand

Lyrics to ‘White Sand’ by Migos:

It has arrived. Laced with a whopping 24 songs in total, the project features contributions from some of the biggest name in hip hop, including Drake, Pharrell, Kanye West, Gucci Mane, Big Sean, Nicki Minaj, Metro Boomin, Cardi B, Post Malone, and many more. After teasing us with various records & details over the past few months, the Migos finally released their highly anticipated sophomore album today called Culture 2. Take A Listen Below

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Babywipe – Ski Mask the Slump God lyrics

Feeling like the Four, I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though? Mr. Feeling like the Four, I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though? Feeling like the Four, b*tch I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though? Mr. Fantastic ’cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat versuri-lyrics.info
You smoke oregano, I’m smoking on that cat piss
(You will, regret! Map, map, map
You the type to have eyebrow cat scratch
And I’m in the field like baseball bat
And I’m fresh off a lick like an old Tic-Tac
You done f*cked up like you take a step back
Cool cat like a stray in a freezer in the back
Like you’re Jay-Z no Roc-A-Fella holla back
But I’m ’bout the damn money boomerang back
Okay like lisp, is how I speak ’cause I sip
Lean like what’s done on your b*tch
In your mouth I fit a fist
Pistol best friends with my hip
Like T.I. Fantastic ’cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat
You smoke oregano, I’m smoking on the cat piss
I’ma be real ya’ know, when I whip my d*ck out
She said “too big, gotta map this”. How is you feeling vro? I f*ck a b*tch in the dark
My diamonds shine in the dark
Weed deadass smell like a fart
I’m on go just like a cart
You police, I’ll call you Paul, uh, Blart, uh
Try but you never can f*ck my thot
Or milly rock on my block
Okay, Post Malone with that pistol
I see you is the issue
I know that you hard as tissues
See you giggle like tickle
Your b*tch seeking me like missile
Heat sensor on my pickle
You know that I tell no fiddles
But I rhyme right like a riddle. Lyrics Ski Maski the Slump God – Babywipe
How is you feeling bro? Feeling like the Four, I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though? b*tch as a tip
I don’t get head I get lip
The sauce is water I dripped
The sauce is water I, ayy. How is you feeling vro? I think I’m done (map this, map this)
I think I’m done (map this)
I don’t think I gotta say anything actually
Ayy ayy, ayyy.(babywipe)
Ski Mask the Slump God lyrics
Video Ski Mask Mr. You will, regret!)
I’ma be real ya’ know, when I whip my d*ck out
She said “too big, gotta map this”. Fantastic ’cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat
You smoke oregano, I’m smoking on that cat piss
I’ma be real ya’ know, when I whip my d*ck out
She said “too big, gotta map this”.(babywipe)
Ayyyy, water that p***y like baptist
To find my sauce need an atlas
Her p***y hungry and starving
So my d*ck is what I use it as the damn catnip
Rap game on faster than fast so
Be real, all these niggas I might overlap them
Never mind, I just might cap them
Just like a taser I zap them
Shock! Feeling like the Four, b*tch I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though? Fantastic ’cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat
You smoke oregano, I’m smoking on the cat piss
I’ma be real ya’ know, when I whip my d*ck out
She said “too big, gotta map this”
How is you feeling vro? Mr. Mr. Fantastic ’cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat
You smoke oregano, I’m smoking on the cat piss
I’ma be real ya’ know, when I whip my d*ck out
She said “too big, gotta map this”
How is you feeling vro?

Post Malone, Quavo & Metro Boomin – Congratulations (On Late Night With Seth Meyers) (Live)

[Intro]
Mm-mmm
Yeah, yeah
Mm-mmm
Yeah

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look, we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
They was never friendly, yeah
Now I’m jumping out the Bentley, yeah
And I know I sound dramatic, yeah
But I know I had to have it, yeah
For the money, I’m a savage, yeah
I be itching like a addict, yeah
I’m surrounded, twenty bad bitches, yeah
But they didn’t know me last year, yeah
Everyone wanna act like they important
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But all that mean nothing when I saw my dough, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everyone countin’ on me, drop the ball, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everything custom like I’m at the border, yeah, yeah
If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
How could I make sense when I got millions on my mind?
Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I was patient, yeah, oh
I was patient, aye, oh
Now I can scream that we made it
Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say ‘gratulations
Young nigga, young nigga, graduation
I pick up the rock and I ball, baby
I’m looking for someone to call, baby
But right now, I got a situation
Never old Ben-Ben Franklins
Big rings, champagne
My life is like a ball game
But instead, I’m in the trap though
Pot so big, call it Super Bowl
Super Bowl, call the hoes, get in the Rolls
Top-floor lifestyle, Huncho and Post
Malone, I gotta play on my phone, aye
You know what I’m on, aye
Huncho Houdini is gone, aye

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Outro]
(Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey)

Post Malone – White Iverson (Remix) (feat. French Montana & Rae Sremmurd)

[Intro: French Montana + Post Malone]
You know what it is when you hear that, haaaaan?
Double OT
Post Malone
I’m a new breed
Montana! Montana, haaan

[Verse 1: French Montana]
I’m surfin’, surfin’, I’m surfin’ on you
Wavy, I’m wavy, I’m wavy on you
Started from the block, yeah I was broke, I
Didn’t give me no choice but slingin’ that coca
Dealt with the hand I was dealt like poker
Came back with the 4, 5 like Michael Jordan, like Jordan
Started rappin’, they was laughin’
Bought a spaceship, bought a mansion, with J-Lo in the Hamptons
Now I’m dancin’, I bought me a crib with a lake
Purple drank like grape, bitch jump off like Blake
Diamonds lookin’ like steak
They ain’t gettin’ real money, since I was so young
Montana!

[Hook: Post Malone]
Saucin’, saucin’, I’m saucin’ on you
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ oh ooh
I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’, Iverson on you
Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah
That’s my shot, that’s my shot, that’s my shot, yeah
Spendin’, I’m spendin’ all my fuckin’ pay

[Verse 2: Post Malone]
Cigarettes and a headband
Commas, commas in my head, man
Slumped over like a dead man
Red and black, ’bout my bread, man
I’m the answer, never question
Lace up, learn a lesson
Bitch I’m saucin’, I do this often, don’t do no talkin’
My options right when I walk in, jump all them Jordans
I’m ballin’, money jumpin’
Like I’m Davis from New Orleans
Or bitch I’m Harden, I don’t miss nothin’
Fuck practice, this shit just happens, know y’all can’t stand it
I have it, I’ll never pass it, I work my magic
High average, ball on these bastards, it makes me happy
It’s tragic, I make it happen, and all y’all Shaqtin’

[Pre-Hook: Post Malone]
White Iverson
When I started ballin’ I was young
You gon’ think about me when I’m gone
I need that money like the ring I never won, I won

[Hook: Post Malone]
Saucin’, saucin’, I’m saucin’ on you
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ oh ooh
I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’, Iverson on you
Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah
That’s my shot, that’s my shot, that’s my shot, yeah
Spendin’, I’m spendin’ all my fuckin’ pay

[Verse 3: Slim Jimmy]
Yeah, Slim Jimmy
I spend it as I get it, I’m ballin’ with no limits
Fuck practice, I’m the illest livin’
Ain’t no games or gimmicks, I’m defyin’ physics
Flyin’ through the air, saucin’ with the hair, SKRRT SKRRT
Matte black Range, big diamond earrings
Keep a nigga on his game, I’m ballin’ like AI
Somewhere in LA, hot, secret Sunday, I
Blowin’ all the bank
Young, Iverson
When I started ballin’ I was young
I need that money like them rings I never won
I need that money for them rings I never won
SremmLife!

[Pre-Hook: Post Malone]
White Iverson
When I started ballin’ I was young
You gon’ think about me when I’m gone
I need that money like the ring I never won, I won

[Hook: Post Malone]
Saucin’, saucin’, I’m saucin’ on you
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ oh ooh
I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’, Iverson on you
Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah
That’s my shot, that’s my shot, that’s my shot, yeah
Spendin’, I’m spendin’ all my fuckin’ pay

Joe Budden – Uncle Joe lyrics

[Intro]
It’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here

[Verse 1]
It’s Uncle Joe, peep while the story is told
Look like I’m the last nigga to know I got old
Which is fine, as Uncle Joe I wear that age like it’s a three piece suit
Can’t get to this type of flavor without a season at true
Every Sunday at the spades table slamming cards, hella hard
Spitting over Ruff Ryder or Roc-a-Fella bars
I’m telling stories of Khaled before he Terror Squad
Different from what they selling y’all, fuck am I telling y’all?
It’s Uncle Joe, don’t wear Supreme and jeans
Came up with Nitty and Web, I knew Supreme in Queens
And Ross dropped “B.M.F.” and y’all would sing in the streets
I’m a little different, I was thinking of Meech
Check this shit
I used to drive around the tunnel in the Lexus with the snub
Before Power 105 was sneaking breakfast in the club
Listen, young niggas learn up, I don’t do the kiddie shit
I’m with the turn up, I just like Biggie shit
Fuck is you saying?
Only been a sensation for only two generations
I’m like the minute the weigh in fight ready
Friends are forever changing
And all them niggas I came up in the game with
Done fainted in the entertainment I swear
[Interlude]
They say the older you get in life the faster it happens. Me, I feel like I could still fuck with 25 year olds and their mommas if they cute enough. So when I walk up in the day party and said, “what up?” all I hear is “Uncle Joe” in this bitch

[Verse 2]
Same way you know when you up, you better know when you slip
Studies based of years hanging with the boa constricts
I’m from an era where we ain’t deal with all the trolling and shit
When we see you we just go in your shit
It’s repercussions for actions, we demanded more
Don’t understand it, dawg
Question all these niggas with words they never answer for
Staring at you new niggas still from an older state
It’s feeling like Oscar Robertson watching Golden State
Y’all hear Post Malone and think of “White Iverson”
I think of Karl and how he could’ve got the title won
I keep my life off Instagram like my private some
I open albums for the credits, y’all just Tidal ’em
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
When there was problems with the game I got to sculpting that bitch
But they just kept talking about my hoes, I don’t even notice the shit
I got a stash I never go in and shit
Same emotionless kids
Stoic as if I’m just a motionless gift
Normally in the club tucked in the corner, no one to mind me
You niggas go and look for these bitches, they come and find me
Y’all praise it, I be disgusted
Cause I don’t want the points for scoring on easy buckets
(And what else?)
And I don’t count her if she ain’t alter my weekly budget
Or if she Snapchat every portion that we in public
That’s awful, she need to cut it (she need to cut it)
Bria’s in the W with Sandra
The escorts fuck with me, that’s a double entendre
Both got fat asses, one’s a double cup monster
Both used to mad attention, it’s my subtlety they fond of
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
Nigga

Joe Budden – Uncle Joe (Rage & The Machine Album) letras

[Intro]
It’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here

[Verse 1]
It’s Uncle Joe, peep while the story is told
Look like I’m the last nigga to know I got old
Which is fine, as Uncle Joe I wear that age like it’s a three piece suit
Can’t get to this type of flavor without a season at true
Every Sunday at the spades table slamming cards, hella hard
Spitting over Ruff Ryder or Roc-a-Fella bars
I’m telling stories of Khaled before he Terror Squad
Different from what they selling y’all, fuck am I telling y’all?
It’s Uncle Joe, don’t wear Supreme and jeans
Came up with Nitty and Web, I knew Supreme in Queens
And Ross dropped "B.M.F." and y’all would sing in the streets
I’m a little different, I was thinking of Meech
Check this shit
I used to drive around the tunnel in the Lexus with the snub
Before Power 105 was sneaking breakfast in the club
Listen, young niggas learn up, I don’t do the kiddie shit
I’m with the turn up, I just like Biggie shit
Fuck is you saying?
Only been a sensation for only two generations
I’m like the minute the weigh in fight ready
Friends are forever changing
And all them niggas I came up in the game with
Done fainted in the entertainment I swear
[Interlude]
They say the older you get in life the faster it happens. Me, I feel like I could still fuck with 25 year olds and their mommas if they cute enough. So when I walk up in the day party and said, "what up?" all I hear is "Uncle Joe" in this bitch

[Verse 2]
Same way you know when you up, you better know when you slip
Studies based of years hanging with the boa constricts
I’m from an era where we ain’t deal with all the trolling and shit
When we see you we just go in your shit
It’s repercussions for actions, we demanded more
Don’t understand it, dawg
Question all these niggas with words they never answer for
Staring at you new niggas still from an older state
It’s feeling like Oscar Robertson watching Golden State
Y’all hear Post Malone and think of "White Iverson"
I think of Karl and how he could’ve got the title won
I keep my life off Instagram like my private some
I open albums for the credits, y’all just Tidal ’em
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
When there was problems with the game I got to sculpting that bitch
But they just kept talking about my hoes, I don’t even notice the shit
I got a stash I never go in and shit
Same emotionless kids
Stoic as if I’m just a motionless gift
Normally in the club tucked in the corner, no one to mind me
You niggas go and look for these bitches, they come and find me
Y’all praise it, I be disgusted
Cause I don’t want the points for scoring on easy buckets
(And what else?)
And I don’t count her if she ain’t alter my weekly budget
Or if she Snapchat every portion that we in public
That’s awful, she need to cut it (she need to cut it)
Bria’s in the W with Sandra
The escorts fuck with me, that’s a double entendre
Both got fat asses, one’s a double cup monster
Both used to mad attention, it’s my subtlety they fond of
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
Nigga