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Nicki Minaj – Ganja Burn lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ayo, as the world turns, the blunt burns
(Where you gettin’ at, Nicki?)
Watch them cunts learn
Fashion icon, Audrey Hepburn
I move keys, but you hoes get one turn
Yeah, you get one turn, and one urn
I straighten all these bitches out with one perm
Who ever gassed ’em ain’t none of my concern
But, see the Lord showed me dreams to confirm
They done went to witch doctors to bury the Barbie
But I double back, kill bitches, bury the body
And that go for anybody, you’ll be thoroughly sorry
I could wage war or I come in peace like Gandhi
All my powers back now I’m scary to zombies
Bring the heat to a sizzle, I ain’t talking [?]
I done fasted and prayed, had to cleanse my body
Abstaining from sex, had to zen my body
I ain’t giving, so don’t ask, I don’t lend my body
Gotta be king status to get in my body
(He gotta be king status to get in ya body?)
Fuck, yeah, cause a Queen is what I embody

[Chorus]
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn, oh
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn, oh
Everytime I get high I just think about you
Everytime I get high I just think about you
Everytime I get high I just think about you
Everytime I get high I just think about you
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn

[Verse 2]
Yo, you can’t wear Nicki wig and just be Nicki
That’s like a fat nigga thinkin’ he can be Biggie
Oh you drink CÎROC now? Okay, you P Diddy?
Oh you a young G Herbo or Lil Bibby?
You made one cold beat, now you Kanye?
You got a nigga named Jay, now you Yoncé?
You got about three stacks, now you André?
You put a part in your fade now you’re Nas babe?
You gotta have real skill
Gotta work for that
If it’s really your passion would you give the world for that?
Unlike a lot of these hoes where the wack a lick
At least I can say I wrote every rap I spit
Put my blood, sweat and tears in perfecting my craft
Still every team’s number one pick in the draft
You could bring anybody, weather man, pick a day
Kobe, KD, Kyrie! Pick a K

[Outro]
Aah, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na

For Real

Lyrics to ‘For Real’ by Lil Bibby:

–Hook–
Ay, I used to sleep on the floor
I’m never gon’ do that no more
I gotta keep me a pole
Especially when I’m in the go
I know these niggas are slow
Niggas be lying in raps
I just be hiding the facts
Too many guys got whacked
I keep it real for real
You know I can’t fake it
I got the devil on me now
You know I’mma shake it
Rappers be tucking their chain
The guys will take it
I keep it real for real
I keep it real for real

–Verse–
Look, ay, I keep it real for real
Gotta quit popping them pills
Heard you was facing them years
Heard you was taking a deal
I got some homies down state
Wish they could get an appeal
All of they lips is sealed
We do this shit for real
Niggas be dissing the king
Boy I never heard of ya
I got a hell of a team
Yeah, I be with murderers
Some of us burglars
I was a server, ain’t talking bout burgers
I love when it rain
Just give me the pain
The feeling of pain I love it
I took a loss, my bitches got lost
And that’s when I gained the money
I go insane for money
I eat your brain for money
I used to post on the block
I guess I changed for money

For real – Lil Bibby lyrics

Lyrics Lil Bibby – For real

Ay, I used to sleep on the floor
I’m never gon’ do that no more
I gotta keep me a pole
Especially when I’m in the go
I know these niggas are slow
Niggas be lying in raps
I just be hiding the facts
Too many guys get whacked
I keep it real for real
You know I can’t fake it
I got the devil on me now
You know I’mma shake it
Rappers be tucking their chain
The guys will take it
I keep it real for real
I keep it real for real.

Look, ay, I keep it real for real
Gotta quit popping them pills
Heard you was facing them years
Heard you was taking a deal
I got some homies down state
Wish they could get an appeal
All of they lips is sealed
We do this s**t for real
Niggas be dissing the king
Boy I never heard of ya
I got a hell of a team
Yeah, I be with murderers
Some of us burglars
Versuri-lyrics.info
I was a server, ain’t talking bout burgers
I love when it rain
Just give me the pain
The feeling of pain I love it
I took a loss, my b*tches got lost
And that’s when I gained the money
I go insane for money
I eat your brain for money
I used to post on the block
I guess I changed for money.

Mob freestyle – Lil Bibby lyrics

Lyrics Lil Bibby – Mob freestyle

Yeah I’m MOB, look.

Say they let me in the club, through the back, with the strap
All these strippers on my dick ’cause a youngin’ got them racks
Hell yeah, I move the pack
Hell yeah, I keep a gat
Hell nah, I won’t snitch
And I prolly f*cked your b*tch
And they know I keep it cool
But they know that I switch
And they know I’m MOB
Put my money over chicks
Niggas got them hands out, so I told ’em “suck a d*ck”
I can never get extorted, b*tch I’m dying for this shit
In the field, put my life all in them lines for them shit
Niggas claimin’ that they real, but be lying in this shit I be getting to the guap
Got no time for a b*tch, is you f*ckin’ me or not
My favourite line for a b*tch versuri-lyrics.info
My young nigga savage, my gun automatic
If you want the static, it’s free, you can have it
Pistol, not get me confused with this rappin’
This sum cleaning you know whats happening
I came home from trappin’, all of my hittas they slow
All of my hittas on gold, keep them ..
And I ain’t talkin about hoes ..
Let me find out where you hiding now, then we slide now
Used to talk them .38s, its 50 shots .45s now
Used to shoot them .. pistols, niggas die now
Snub nose, 5 shots .. and no knives out.

They wonder how I’m bleeding, disrespect I leave em
Partner hating on me, I say f*ck It I’ont need them
She wanna f*ck on a demon, she wanna swallow my semen
She wanna chill with the gang now, she might just let the whole team in
Leave the b*tch feenin, she might just never see me again
And I just gave my lil brother a .., he the lord that he free again
Free the gorillas but keep all the rats
I love all my killers , I give em the gas
She acting boujee, .. from the bay
Now back to the money, b*tch get out the club.

M.O.B, yeah I’m M.O.B
M.O.B., b*tch I’m M.O.B
Yeah I’m M.O.B. eyy
M.O.B. , yeah I’m M.O.B. eyy
Look , I say , yeah I’m M.O.B
M.O.B., b*tch I’m M.O.B
Yeah I’m M.O.B., M.O.B
Yeah I’m M.O.B. eyy
Look, I say , yeah I’m M.O.B.,
Eyy look.

b*tch I’m .. rocker, Chiraq pistol popper
b*tch I’m with the drama, 100 clip off .. watching for the anacondas
No revolver, we not ducking problems
b*tch I’m with shit, see my .. we gon’ hit
Never went out like a b*tch
Yolo, hop out the whip and I’m dolo
No of these niggas want no smoke
My hittas loco
We get that pipe out of bolo
We get hit with the four four
That’s how we coming, Catch me with all of my youngins
Every car got like a hunnid, Lil’ niggas gunnin
You wanna get into sum, like Andre, my little niggas drummin.

Eyy, eyy, eyy, eyy, look
And they know I’m M.O.B
Eyy, eyy I said they know I’m M.O.B. eyyy.
Lil Bibby lyrics
Video freestyle

Got em sick – G Herbo feat. Lil Bibby lyrics

Lyrics G Herbo – Got em sick

Catch me flexin’ in a whip, got these haters lookin sick
I might pull up wit yo b*tch, just to make you niggas sick
Shawty say that I’m the sh*t, spent a twinkie on my wrist
Got these haters lookin sick, say I make these niggas sick
Catch me flexin’ in a whip, got these haters lookin sick
I might pull up wit yo b*tch, just to make you niggas sick
Shawty say that I’m the sh*t, spent a twinkie on my wrist
Got these haters lookin sick, say I make these niggas sick.(got em sick)

Pull up skrtt hop out the whip, you know that I keep me
A Glock on my hip, and my Balmains got knots in this b*tch
Reach for my chain get shot in this b*tch, niggas is lame stay
In yo lane, play wit the gang get shot in the brain, f*ck all the
Fame, f*ck all the chains, I won’t let you lil niggas f*ck up my name.
I be ballin like I’m Klay, like I’m Steph, pull up swish
Niggas beefin’ wit the gang, you might find em in a ditch,
Heard that you niggas been talkin that sh*t, I just been calm you know I can switch,
You know I’m a savage I ride wit the stick, I make a call and I get em hit!

Big G Herbo I be lit you know I’m fresh as a b*tch, chrome
Wheels on the M6 you know it match wit the stick, 30 clip
Right in the whip, I don’t got no license for sh*t, we party we
Like kickin’ it, we ain’t wit that “fightin’ and dip”, we countin’
We like dividends, see the Plug ion like middle men, I do what
I want I don’t care bout the police they just gotta come get me
Then. Them bad b*tches love me yo hoe wanna f*ck me
She drunk got her off Remy and Henn, she callin her buddy
They both gettin’ slutty they fillin’ the kid wit a Cudi,
Say I make her nervous I used to be grumpy back when I was sippin’ the muddy,
And I got 2 Rollies, a fourty, two fourty when one wanna play, one bezel floody,
And I wit no “lovey dovey”, all these b*tches be all lotty thotty,
Turn her up make her get off a Molly, now I’m gettin’ top in a Maserati,
And you know I be off the sh*ts snail in this b*tch, f*ck niggas make me sick
He can’t make bail so he snitched, he a hoey b*tch, he don’t owe me sh*t,
Haters like “f*ck Herbo” stay cryin’ broke “I know he rich.”

Proud of me now – A boogie wit da hoodie lyrics

Lyrics Lil Bibby – Proud of me now

Are you proud of me now?
Are you proud of me now?

Look down on me now
Talk down on me now
Oh, you my homie now?
Hold it down, hold it down
Don’t look out for me now
You a clown on me now
Are you proud of me now?
Are you proud of me now?

I was just tryin’ to be honest
I was in debt now I’m Johnny
Pull up in matching Ferraris
Don’t act like you never saw me
I was just shopping at Barneys
Now they be sending me garments
Keepin’ that fly shit on me
New Chanel now when they call me
On the road rollin’ spliffs
Never fold, never switch
If you broke hit a lick
If he told he a bitch
I know hoe’s think I’m rich
They so nosy and shit
You can’t smoke with my clique
We smoke O’s in the whip
Have you ever drove a Wraith nigga?
Make you feel like you in space nigga
Do you wanna get paid nigga?
Know these streets ain’t safe nigga
So much money, got a bank with us
So much money, got a safe with us
We ain’t playin’, they afraid of us
Come thru and make it rain nigga
I came up of a tape, you got nothin’ on the table
I don’t know what you think, nigga I’m with High Bridge The Label
They want me to be on top being on cable
They just want me to be on the block, back where I came from.

Look down on me now
Talk down on me now
Oh, you my homie now?
Hold it down, hold it down
Don’t look out for me now
You a clown on me now
Are you proud of me now?
Are you proud of me now?

See, I never changed up
Lookin’ hard, yeah I stayed up
Same niggas used to hate us
Tryin’ to kick it ’cause I came up
I guess it just come with the fame
Tryin’ to throw dirt on my name
I was just poppin’ them Xans
That’s how I dealt with the pain
I channeled the thoughts of my brain
I did it all for the gang
I went and brought me some chains
I just been stacking my change, told my lil’ brother don’t change
Just treat me the same
Never worry ’bout them niggas sneak dissing, ’cause hate never paid you
They weren’t with you shootin’ in the gym, but they round talkin’ ’bout they made you
Niggas don’t love you, they hate you
I went and flooded the Haysoos
We was just dodging the state’s troops
Now b*tches coming in 8 groups
Niggas clowns to me now
Tell ’em niggas talk down on me now
See me in the hood, you can’t get a dap or a pound from me now.

Look down on me now
Talk down on me now
Oh, you my homie now?
Hold it down, hold it down
Don’t look out for me now
You a clown on me now
Are you proud of me now?
Are you proud of me now?

Look down on me now
Talk down on me now
Oh, you my homie now?
Hold it down, hold it down
Don’t look out for me now
You a clown on me now
Are you proud of me now?
Are you proud of me nowww?
Lil Bibby lyrics
Video now

Lil Bibby feat. Kevin Gates, DeJ Loaf & Lil Durk – You Ain’t Gang (Remix) Lyrics

(Intro – Lil Bibby)
Hey
Why they hating on a younging?
Said why they hating on a younging?

(Chorus – Lil Bibby)
Ni**a you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
You can’t hang, ni**a you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
Ni**a you can’t hang, you can’t hang, hang
You can’t, you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang

(Verse 1 – Lil Bibby)
Bitch I’m an OG, but I’m quick to pull it like a younging
In my pockets, all hundreds, run up on me, bi**h I’m drumming
I was thugging on the corner with my ni**as, came from nothing
F**k these bi**hes, I don’t trust em, I’m a dog, f**k her cousin
They like, Goddamn Bibby why you still on that block s**t?
Get you shot quick round them ni**as I don’t rock with
I seen ni**as turned Christian when they feel that hot s**t
Thought you was a savage, now you on that Lord watch s**t
Give a f**k if you box well, I got hot shells
Drop Ls, pull up back to back and give your block hell
Pistol whip your kids, I’m a demon, I’ma rot in Hell
Do the time, I will not tell like I’m Vondell

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – Lil Durk)
Why you floss, pu**y you ain’t squad, pu**y you ain’t hard
Catch a charge bi**h I’m like a God, Vernie pulled his car
Cracking calls, boy I’d get you robbed, 100 thousand law
Think I’m smart get that baby lost, like my lean dart
ATL, pull up we in dark heard you was a cop, you a opp
Flexing boy don’t start dracos in the car
Me I’m Durk, city hate me worst think they hate me first, it’s a curse
Now it’s me and DeJ, 40 in the purse pussy try us
Yo IG a liar got the streets on light
2 times, say it 2 times bi**h I am a fire
Plain Jane, f**king with the town call em Mary Jane
Street ni**a yeah we gang gang let the chain hang Gang!

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – DeJ Loaf)
Who’s cuz came with em?
Who’s blood came with em?
Seen them ni**as right there, them thugs right there
Go head I’d dare ya
All that talking don’t scare me
We ain’t ask you no questions
Cause we don’t need no answers
Them niggas saucing for real
I’m getting dope for real
This bi**h she bad
This boss for real
We know you talk for real can’t hang with me and my double rings
What they gon with us
Ni**as ain’t fooling us
Choppa with the clip tell me who to bust
Close the door, pull up and ring the doorbell
It’s a full mink, not a Montclair
You a f**king worm and I’m a boss player

(Verse 4 – Kevin Gates)
We don’t run, I’m in charge
Cooked this sauce, selling hard
Went to jail I got off
You was scared to walk the yard
On a big stand on all tens
Caught me drinking
Iron power push a lot of weight
Naw hah you had thought
Breaking down a whole thang ain’t got to stretch it any questions
Ball faze bought for all the Js and I’m bout to bless em
Female entertainers wanna f**k with gangsta, you ain’t special
No karate thord kick spent the TEC with the suppressor
Bread when I’m Mafia stiffing up all Benz
Slide polo road swag I’m making bags with a business
Action passing extension and they acting as a convinct
John Gotti body go in body bag he can zip
Tellscope go on top of the rifle they think I’m trifling
Put ballfield cleats go to locking in like arthritis
Pu**y s**t uninvited how wrong for no invitements
Twisting….on landlords
60 racks slipped, bullshit in the backyard

(Outro – Lil Bibby)
You can’t hang, ni**a, ni**a, you ain’t gang
You can’t hang, hang
You already know, man
Boss gang s**t
Gang

G Herbo – Kill Shit (feat. Lil Bibby) (Bonus Track) (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Intro: Lil Herb & Lil Bibby]
Time to let these niggas know what it is in the streets
Aye Bibby, let’s kill shit broski. Whatchu wanna do?
It’s whatever man, just go on ahead and rip that shit
Ima come around and clean that shit up
Lets get it

[Verse 1: Lil Herb]
Know a couple niggas that’s down to ride for a homicide
When it’s drama time
Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
One-fifty I’m really wit’ it
I’ll drop his ass and then forget it
I’m the man round my side of town
Might see a bitch and forget I hit it
Lil Bibby on the track with me
One mistake and he clap fifty
When I hit the scene hoes go insane
Cause they know a nigga got them racks wit’ me
No velcro but the strap wit’ me
Let a nigga wanna act silly
I’mma let it off and then leave him there
Ride off and don’t even care
Bitch I cash out ’till I pass out
Got a couple trues I don’t even wear
In the game bitch I do my thang
Hoes scream my name I ain’t even there
Lil Herb boy I does this
Leave your bitch wetter than a pool pit
And I make bands like I make friends
Bought some ray-bans on some cool shit
But now it’s back to some killa shit
Got some wild hoes that’ll drill a bitch
Yea it’s no limit, thirty years runnin’
Thirty years gunnin’ and we still the shit
I never run cause I stay to fight
I’ll cook a nigga like steak and rice
And it’s hella real in the battlefield
Gangbang gotta pay the price
Hit a nigga with the forty fifth
Bet it make his ass do forty flips
M-O-B I don’t love a ho
Imma be this way ’til I’m forty six
Matter of fact ’til a nigga die
Smoke kush blunts ’til a nigga cry
And I never feed off another man
Cause I understand how a nigga lie
Never snitch on a nigga dry
Yeah that’s how a nigga die
Got a yellow bitch in the passenger
She gon’ suck and fuck if I get her high
If I do the dash then my whip will fly
Foreign shit what a nigga ride
I ain’t never snoozin’ let a nigga try
Got the nine ruger on a nigga side

[Verse 2: Lil Bibby]
Lil Bibby, no limit yea I’m all about that sack bitch
My young niggas they clap shit
Let the mac spit, we whack shit
Weezy in that cut
With that nina that’s that black bitch
Rico wanna’ get ’em, I’m like cuz’ man I got this
Shootin’ shit, Hittin’ shit
Four five extended clip, y’all be on that snitchin’ shit
And Y’all know what snitches get, No limit shit
We wit’ the shits, I’m focused on gettin’ rich
M-O-B forget a bitch, right after I hit the bitch
Like point me to the kitchen bitch, I be water whippin’ shit
Whip it, Jeff Gordon whip it, hit it wit’ the fork
Straight drop no shorts
Shooters on and off the court, shoot a nigga off his porch
Turn a nigga to a corpse, yeah, I’m bout that
Rollin’ up that loud pack
Catch me lackin’? I doubt that, cause I never leave without that
And that’s real shit, got real hitters they kill shit
You fuck around hit the kill switch, these hollow tips you feel this
And I’m tryna get real rich
Cause my mama said I wouldn’t be shit
Nobody never gave me shit
Like "Bibby hop on this remix", that’s five hundred, no free shit
Cause I’m hot and I do this shit for my block
I got thirty off in that Glock, have my nina give you top
Bodies gon’ drop and we ain’t gon’ stop
R-I-P Roc
Catch a few ops, send a few shots, might hit a few blocks
Fuck a few thots, I need two mill might seem like a lot
But I spit straight drop so its really not
My team gon’ eat, R-I-P to police
Fake niggas don’t speak
Cop killers in the heat, catch me in the streets
Shout out to broski