Kekra – Gros Lyrics

[Refrain]
Ramasser l’biff, gros
C’est ça ma devise, gros
Entasser les llets-bi, gros
C’est ça ma devise, gros
Sur le rain-té ça glisse, gros
Bats les reins faut du biff, gros
Ramasser l’biff, gros
Ramasser l’biff, gros
Ramasser l’biff, gros
C’est ça ma devise, gros
Entasser les llets-bi, gros
C’est ça ma devise, gros
Sur le rain-té ça glisse, gros
Bats les reins faut du biff, gros
Ramasser l’biff, gros
C’est ça ma devise, gros

[Couplet 1]
J’t’explique, l’épilepsie d’mon lexique
Tu n’es qu’shit comme next week ou le Brexit
Trop technique, trop technique, trop technique
Mon équipe me précise que j’en éclipse
Bitch, le flow est actionné, dégaine du futur, large bonnet
Les ients-cli sont hameçonnés, le bigo n’arrête pas d’sonner
Mais j’suis dans la street, gros, j’suis dans ma té-ci, gros
Cheveux Gris sur les côtes, Mondeo grise sur les côtes
Tu connais la suite poto, tout va tellement vite, poto
CR, pe-stu qui s’déguise en clodo
Demande à son équipe s’ils ont pris les photos
Mais j’ai déjà les photos d’ceux qui ont pris les photos
J’ai déjà dit aux potos d’plus servir les loss-bo
J’ai déjà dit au loss-bo qu’tout arrive même l’hosto
Bientôt la fin du monde, la bibi comme re-spo
Faire de l’oseille, faire de l’oseille
J’m’auto-conseille dans le hall
Dans les Hauts-de-Seine, j’vois peu d’choses saines
Vi-ser cocaïne dans le hall

[Refrain]
Ramasser l’biff, gros
C’est ça ma devise, gros
Entasser les llets-bi, gros
C’est ça ma devise, gros
Sur le rain-té ça glisse, gros
Bats les reins faut du biff, gros
Ramasser l’biff, gros
Ramasser l’biff, gros
Ramasser l’biff, gros
C’est ça ma devise, gros
Entasser les llets-bi, gros
C’est ça ma devise, gros
Sur le rain-té ça glisse, gros
Bats les reins faut du biff, gros
Ramasser l’biff, gros
C’est ça ma devise, gros

[Couplet 2]
Pirate hagar marins d’eau douce
Vision nocturne pour les goggles
Marlo n’a pas vu venir Bubbles
L’Afrique n’a pas venu venir la Croix-Rouge
J’suis là pour le liquide comme Ricky Ross
Tu vas t’faire niquer comme Mickey Mouse
J’suis dans la house, f**k ton Larousse
Ici les petits s’arrosent pour la place du boss
Putain c’que le flow est balaise
Compétition pue le malaise
La frappe est précise comme théorème de Thalès
Mes-ar de l’Est de Bucarest
Au bord de la falaise les rappeurs disparaissent, le suicide les caresse
Au bord de la falaise les rappeurs disparaissent, le suicide les caresse
Ils se souviennent des bas résille qu’ils portaient par ici
Leurs projets magnifiques deviennent tout pâles ici, yeah
J’les écrase tous comme panini, yeah
Qui donc pourra le nier ?
Cross-over stabilisé, fadeaway pani-nier (swich)
L’équipe d’en face est indignée, j’les ai tous annihilé

[Refrain]
Ramasser l’biff, gros
C’est ça ma devise, gros
Entasser les llets-bi, gros
C’est ça ma devise, gros
Sur le rain-té ça glisse, gros
Bats les reins faut du biff, gros
Ramasser l’biff, gros
Ramasser l’biff, gros
Ramasser l’biff, gros
C’est ça ma devise, gros
Entasser les llets-bi, gros
C’est ça ma devise, gros
Sur le rain-té ça glisse, gros
Bats les reins faut du biff, gros
Ramasser l’biff, gros
C’est ça ma devise, gros

Noname – With You Lyrics

[Verse]
This is my happy ever suicide
My hands tied behind my breast
My silhouette did pirouettes
The curtains are closing
My baby was my ooh-lah lah, neverlasting
My baby was my cry me rivers and shadow casket
Who could be my lovely, my lovely?
Who could be my only one, my only?
I’m almost just as empty as you think I am, a penny for your thoughts
A wooden hair of happiness, a pretty Ricky Ross
A may-black music, I woke up in my sympathy, became black Judas
All my everythings for sale
All my second hand discoveries, Dungarees faded pale
All my halfway hallelujahs are tippy-toed in the mail
All the fluctuations on scales
And the missing therapy sessions of bullies treating me well
Well, we don’t drink that
If it ain’t the top shelf, nigga you can keep that
Share my life on Telefone, I’m 25 at 306, and 809 became my home
Gave you a taste of my redemption and now I want my drink back
Somebody hold me like I’m almost enough
Somebody told me pray for heaven, saw how tiny it was
Little love from me, we can build this home alone
Alone
Forever with you, forever with you
I’m a home away from home and promise you’ll keep this secret
And promise you won’t forgive me to tell you that smells like peaches
He who leeches on love is a lame, chains and left her for London
Wireless festival reparable, so good when he wasn’t

Kash Doll – Summer Sixteen Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kash Doll]
I’m out here tryna get them m’s
Yeah, all summer ‘16, all summer ‘16
And my whip so clean
And I’m getting this money like I own a football team
And my ass so fat, and my head game mean
I’m out here tryna get them m’s
Don’t make me pull up on hoes
The way that I flex on this bitches
Is like I pull up on hoes
Steph Curry with the shot
I might just pull up on hoes
And I’m your fairy boss mother
I should put pull ups on hoes
I don’t give a fuck about a hater
All I wanna do is get this paper
All I want to do is get a check
When I see a hater, see you later!
Haha, bitches be making me laugh
But you will never be Keisha
Difference is I count up the cash
I went and bought an Audi, this bitch bought a Honda
Her shoe game is broke! I’m wearing red bottoms
I’m flying first class, these bitches flying coach
My bag is Chanel, her purse came from Coach
Man get the fuck out of here!
Yeah, Ms. Twerk Something with the dance moves
Ricky Ross with the moon walk
Chief Keef with the goon talk
Young Thug with the swag shit
Getting money I’ma brag bitch!
Ri-Ri made the niggas work
Blac Chyna, I’m a bad bitch!
Yeah, I’m in a pink foreign with the roof gone
Baby cop a feel with the coupe
Hit a button now the roof on
Only fucking with the bad bitches
Only fucking with the real niggas
Middle fingers for these mad bitches
Fuck you and all your ugly friends

[Bridge: Kash Doll]
I’m so fucking tired looking on my timeline
No this gotta be said, these bitches getting all this work done
But you still ugly, you still ugly
Look at this point
Fix your weave out
Before you come for me
You know what, at this point put some respect on my name
Haha
Is she done?

[Verse 2: B. Simone]
Bitches be thinking that I worry ‘bout ‘em
Honestly I don’t give a fuck about them
Honestly I can really do without them
I took your man, pull um in his phantom
I’m tryna go vegan I’m good on the beef
Your nigga be creeping, work until you see
Bitches is fake, I don’t let ‘em leech
If I run a man, he never gon’ leave
I get my sun no astrology
These bitches they need to acknowledge me
They are my sons, not biologically
But mommy deserves an apology
I’m at the top and you can’t get on top of me
Niggas play games so I call them Monopoly
I am for sure bitch and your just a probably
Fucking with me, getting money, he gotta be
Ooh!
Damn, you ain’t my dude so why is you tripping (what?)
Nigga stop bitching I just let you eat up the kitten
Give me good too, and then it’s good riddens
Killing these bitches like fuck a civilian
Swear you the bomb I never heard you ticking
Bitches talk shit, and then they go missing

Drake – No Tellin’ lyrics

[Hook]
Envelopes coming in the mail, let her open em’
Hopin’ for a check again, ain’t no tellin’
Yeah, she invite me to the telly

Ain’t no tellin’, yeah, ain’t no tellin’
Yeah, no tellin’
Ain’t no tellin’

[Verse 1]
Suitcase, I been living outta’ suitcase
Still drinkin’ Henny, if it’s done, I’ll take the D’usse
Oops, aye, fuck it, all you niggas two-faced
Got the club going up on a Tuesday
True say, I been going hard but then again
They think I’m soft, think I’m innocent
I’m just lookin’ in the mirror like I’m really him
Man, I’m really him, you just fillin’ in, man
I gotta blunt, can I get a light?
Yeah, I took the summer off to get it right
Yeah, I gave these boys a shot and they fuckin’ failed
Niggas like “you took the summer off? we couldn’t tell”
Dog, just bought a island gotta sail to it
You pick the casket, I’ll put the nail through it
I ain’t gotta do it, but fuck it someone gotta do it
Hate if someone else did it, fuck, I may as well do it

[Hook]
Envelopes coming in the mail, let her open em’
Hopin’ for a check again, ain’t no tellin’
Yeah, she invite me to the telly
Keep the blade with me when I go to check a bitch, ain’t no’ tellin
Yeah, police comin’ round’ lookin’ for some help on a case they gotta solve, we never help em’
Yeah, I stay up late at night, thinkin’ bout’ my life
Wanna lie but I get it all, ain’t no tellin’
Ain’t no tellin’, yeah, ain’t no tellin’
Yeah, no tellin’
Ain’t no tellin’

[Verse 2]
I had to switch the flow up on you niggas
The shit was gettin’ too predictable
The new shit on steroids, I would never pass a physical
I got it rollin’ in all kinda ways, lump sum and residual, yeah
I mean we hear about the money you be gettin’ but we just never see a visual
It’s our year (aw yeah), Aw yeah
I mean besides Ricky Ross, Aubrey the biggest boss here (grunt)
What’s the word these days?
Buncha’ niggas chasing after all these woman they don’t even know
Buncha’ out of season woman fuckin’ off-season niggas to get last season wardrobe
All the rappers that you vouch for need to get out of the house more, they washed up
And even if the team was religious with it, I can’t really see another squad tryna’ cross us, nah

Ovo unruly
One shot to make it in a life
From the six to the fucking [?]

[Hook]
Envelopes coming in the mail, let her open em’
Hopin’ for a check again, ain’t no tellin’
Yeah, she invite me to the telly
Keep the blade with me when I go to check a bitch, ain’t no’ tellin
Yeah, police comin’ round’ lookin’ for some help on a case they gotta solve, we never help em’
Wanna lie but I get it all, ain’t no tellin’
Ain’t no tellin’, yeah, ain’t no tellin’
Yeah, no tellin’
Ain’t no tellin’

[Outro]
I gotta’ keep watchin’ for Abba’s cause’ anything’s possible, yeah
There’s no code in ethics out here, anyone will take shots at you, yeah
Niggas think they can come take what I got, let’s be logical, yeah
V-Live, I order that Alfredo pasta then eat in the kitchen like I’m in the mafia
Houston, they get me though
European, my vehicle
How much it hit me fo’?
Ain’t no tellin’, yeah
What am I willin’ to give her to get what I want tonight?
Ain’t no tellin’
Please don’t speak to me like I’m that Drake from four years ago
I’m at a higher place
Thinkin’ they lions and tigers and bears, I go huntin’
Put heads on my fire place, oh my, take time
Ain’t no tellin’
Oh my, take time, ain’t no tellin’

Chris Brown – Ayo (MMGMix) Lyrics

[Intro]
I need you (x8)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
We poppin’ like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I’mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I’m a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don’t be acting like I need you

[Rick Ross] It’s Ricky Ross
Just checking in with my little homies
Chris, Ty what it do

[Verse 1:Rick Ross]
New money, new year, it’s time to boss up
Dm a couple bitches just to toss up (Uh)
Chick smiling cause she know she want the whole clique (Woo)
We show each other, then she send us all the same pic
Money lost, we got a thermal and a celly on
Let me shoutout these two niggas on another song
It’s for my homies, yeah the ones who never coming home
I gave my chain to your son, I stay forever loyal
New crib on the water, you should see it nigga
40 bitches in the crib, top tier nigga
Chanel bags on the first day
We go and get it in the worst way

[Hook:Chris Brown]

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Ahhh! Aye babe this my new shit
I’m the black Richie Rich with the roof missing
If it don’t make dollars it don’t make sense
Z, wake up like I gotta get it
And I got an engine full of trunk space
I get money three ways, fucking bitches three ways
7 different foreigns plus she no hablé
But I make that bitch walk for some cheesecake
Yeah, I’m the coldest nigga, icy
Looking in the mirror like I wish I can be me
She too into me, I’m more into money
My hobby’s her body, that pussy’s my lobby
I’mma eat it, I’mma eat it
I don’t lie, hope my dick’s, too conceited
Uh, told her she’s my wife for the weekend
But don’t be acting like I need you cause we poppin’ like

[Hook: Chris Brown]

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
I’m in a Rolls, you don’t roll right
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
I’m tryna fuck Coco, this don’t concern Ice
If I motorboat, she gon’ motorbike
A nigga ain’t worried about nothin’
Rehabilitation just had me worried about fucking
Money, decision-making only worried about stunting
She worried about me, her nigga worried about cuffing
I wanna see her body (bodyyyy)
She said get inside of me
I wanna feel you baby (yeahhh)
Just bring the animal right out of me
We loving, she love it
Specially when I go down on her
Now we fucking, she thugging
Getting loud (cause we poppin’ like)

[Hook: Chris Brown]

[Verse 4: Chris Brown & (Tyga)]
Huh, look, alright
Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy, it’s a holiday
(Uh, you losing money, I win mills, Dr. J
She going to follow my lead, Simon Says)
Paper, paper, I’m riding Scrapers in California
Car smelling like ammonia, we got that stank on us
(Never been an Outkast that stank on ya
From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia)
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians
(And my section less niggas, more lesbians)
Got your bitch, I’m that nigga
(Yeah we poppin’ like)

[Hook: Chris Brown]

[Outro: Tyga]
This that fly shit, King shit only
Drop top, no roof – ahhh!

Future – That’s A Check (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro]
Pluto!
Tell ’em I go crazy
808 Mafia

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a check
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my necklace (on my neck)

[Verse 1: Future]
I got niggas dying for this (dying for this gang shit)
I just wanna shine for this
Ain’t gone waste no time in this (I can’t waste no time)
I done did some crimes in the streets
I told you from the jump its one thou
I could throw that up and make a pile
I just made a bad bitch pout
Hoes catch an attitude for this cash (woo!)
Tell me what she wanna do for this bag
Pussy so good girl you ain’t gotta ask
Make niggas spend a check on that ass
Make a nigga spend a check on that ass

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I put the Rollie on five-thirty in the morning (woah)
I really want it, I forgot I even bought it (woah)
Bought a block and I’ma die to pay the mortgage (woah)
Dead broke, you still alive it’s rigamortis (woah)
I got the choppers so don’t make me catch a body (woah)
I got the scoop, they say it shoots don’t get me started
I got the Bentley coupe, G-Wagon, and the Porsche
A nigga rich, the bitches brag on the boss shits
My condolences, I heard about your losses
Killing these niggas, Ricky Ross about to floss it
I got her pussy popping on my triple beam
Black bottles so you know we sipping lean
Drinking the yellow or the red, I want the green
All leather seats, and I’m on Promethazine
Lamborghini’s back to back look like a car race
Hundred room mansion, now I think I’m Scarface (boss)

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my neck

[Verse 3: Future]
All glass white house, sleeping with the tuna
Bad bitch by the pool, looking like a movie
Five-thirty A.M. putting all the rings on
I took your bitch, and gave her back to ya, I’m King Kong (super!)
Chandeliers on the back, by the ceiling
Make sure before I die my niggas got a million
These bitches chasing me like I’m a dream
I’m married to Freebandz, that’s forever
I got Floyd pulling up at the house on a yacht
A millionaire and I’mma have my way with these thots
Pull a chopper, put a few Dracos in them spots
You was coolin’ off, and I was warming up, now I’m hot
I got bitches like new shoes they cost a lot
I got shooters gonna make the news if they pop out
Too many diamonds on, they got me snowboarding
Tell ya fuck the kid but ain’t got nun’ to show for it

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my necklace (on my neck)

Future – That’s A Check Lyrics

[Intro]
Pluto!
Tell ’em I go crazy
808 Mafia

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a check
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my necklace (on my neck)

[Verse 1: Future]
I got niggas dying for this (dying for this gang shit)
I just wanna shine for this
Ain’t gone waste no time in this (I can’t waste no time)
I done did some crimes in the streets
I told you from the jump its one thou
I could throw that up and make a pile
I just made a bad bitch pout
Hoes catch an attitude for this cash (woo!)
Tell me what she wanna do for this bag
Pussy so good girl you ain’t gotta ask
Make niggas spend a check on that ass
Make a nigga spend a check on that ass

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I put the Rollie on five-thirty in the morning (woah)
I really want it, I forgot I even bought it (woah)
Bought a block and I’ma die to pay the mortgage (woah)
Dead broke, you still alive it’s rigamortis (woah)
I got the choppers so don’t make me catch a body (woah)
I got the scoop, they say it shoots don’t get me started
I got the Bentley coupe, G-Wagon, and the Porsche
A nigga rich, the bitches brag on the boss shits
My condolences, I heard about your losses
Killing these niggas, Ricky Ross about to floss it
I got her pussy popping on my triple beam
Black bottles so you know we sipping lean
Drinking the yellow or the red, I want the green
All leather seats, and I’m on Promethazine
Lamborghini’s back to back look like a car race
Hundred room mansion, now I think I’m Scarface (boss)

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my neck

[Verse 3: Future]
All glass white house, sleeping with the tuna
Bad bitch by the pool, looking like a movie
Five-thirty A.M. putting all the rings on
I took your bitch, and gave her back to ya, I’m King Kong (super!)
Chandeliers on the back, by the ceiling
Make sure before I die my niggas got a million
These bitches chasing me like I’m a dream
I’m married to Freebandz, that’s forever
I got Floyd pulling up at the house on a yacht
A millionaire and I’mma have my way with these thots
Pull a chopper, put a few Dracos in them spots
You was coolin’ off, and I was warming up, now I’m hot
I got bitches like new shoes they cost a lot
I got shooters gonna make the news if they pop out
Too many diamonds on, they got me snowboarding
Tell ya fuck the kid but ain’t got nun’ to show for it

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my necklace (on my neck)

Rick Ross – Free Enterprise (feat. John Legend)

God is great, first and foremost
Don’t you wish everything could be so perfect?

Free Enterprise, overexposed
Irritated, uneducated still scribble my flows
The jubilation, the euphoria
Pushing a foreign in the morning
Pick your daughter up
Drop your seed off, let the weed up
Slow motion, fast forward ’til we speed up
Grinding ’til my new accountant is fully at ease
Beefing with broke niggas really like pulling my teeth
Get away from me, you looking so suspicious
Light pocket, heavy hearted, you simple minded niggas
Don’t be jealous of me, I keep enough foes
Get all the sneakers, not enough clothes
You can have the ex, I got enough hoes
You can have my next, once we a month old
Reptile black, Birkin Bamboo handle
Now the trophy on the mantle, well I got a Phantom
Being down and out was inconceivable
When you find out the one you love is just misleading you
Tryna make a living, remain spiritual
Egotistical ways I embraced back in middle school
If the chick was game, we would run a train
Send her home on a bus, then forget her name
But now the bitches be the realest ones
I done cried on the shoulder when I’m feeling numb
Seen a man getting life and never shed a tear
But his daughter in the ninth never pierced her ears
Time will come when all that nice shit disappears
Why you think I’m on the night shift with the pills?
Mind frame of that boy that was found slain
Mouth slang you can tell I been around ‘cane
Double R, Ricky Ross, bitch we been the gang
Bottom of the black market, time to rise again

My inner Andre 3000
So many false allegations, is my image tainted
3 weeks in the hole, as if a nigga heinous
As I’m pacing in the cell all this pictures painted
All I wanted was some Bel Air and a Danish
Inmates gave me commissary just because I’m famous
Or is it ’cause I’m rich and I know what pain is?
Assassinate Trump like I’m Zimmerman
Now accept these words as they came from Eminem
Democratic party sentenced to the pendulum
Killing them, I voted for Andre Benjamin
Head of black music do you know what rhythm is?
Stick your head in the basket, it gets venomous
Straight clear my chicks finish my sentences
Time to squash the beef, or kill a nemesis
Show up at the wedding in my Timberlands
And for the record, know my best man will kill a bitch

So if I die before I wake, say I, I lived my way
Never said I would be perfect
Never said that I deserved it
Never said I wouldn’t lie
Never said I wouldn’t make my mom cry
But if I’m gon’ die, I believe it’s alright
It was so amazing, so amazing
It was so amazing, so amazing
I wouldn’t change a thing, no no no
It was so amazing, so amazing
It was so amazing, so amazing
I wouldn’t change a thing