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Ayesha Curry Says Popcaan Is Her Favorite Artist To Listen While Cooking, Steph Curry Reacts

Dancehall artist Popcaan had a laugh at the Curry’s expense as he reacted to Ayesha Curry stating that she loves putting on Popcaan’s music while cooking.

Ayesha is of Jamaican heritage, and she never fails to promote and share her love for her culture, which also includes getting down and bussing a wine to her favorite dancehall bangers from Popcaan. In 2019, the Curry’s made headlines at a Jamaican-themed birthday party Steph threw for Ayesha, which saw her getting down on the dance floor to her favorite tunes from Konshens, who performed at the event.

Ayesha is a talented Chef and businesswoman, and she shared in a recent interview that she loves listening to music while cooking.

“I’m really into like Popcaan and I just love to like buss a wine while I’m cooking,” Ayesha said while laughing.

Steph Curry, however, added, “I see no lies,” as he smiled when Ayesha said she loves to buss a wine while cooking.

Popcaan shared the clip to his 2.7 Million followers via Instagram Stories as he laughed and noted, “Boss nah laugh @stephenurry30 Chubble.”

Ayesha and Steph Curry are clearly fans of Jamaica and dancehall music, and it has endeared them to Jamaicans locally and in the diaspora. Ayesha is known for using her native Patois as she exposes her husband to her heritage. She was born in Canada, and one of her parents is Jamaican, but the culture retention has been strong with Ayesha wherever she goes.

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Last year, she shared a photo with her mother and her grandmother while paying homage to her Jamaican roots.

“Couldn’t let the day go by without showing all my love to Jamaica!!! My roots,” she wrote. “My grandma, my mom, my great aunties, aunties, uncles, my great grandma… I think about my strong Jamaican family everyday and I’m so grateful for them. From them I’ve learned to work HARD, love HARD and appreciate the smallest of life’s blessings.”

Popcaan, who is known for dropping hits, is currently working on his new album. The Unruly Boss was recently in the UK working on new music for the project set to arrive before year’s end, but so far, no official release date or title has yet to be announced.

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Drake Celebrates Steph Curry Style Being First Artist To Debut In Top 3 In Hot 100 History

Drake is celebrating his historic achievement on Billboard Hot 100 by channeling Steph Curry.

When it comes to scoring milestones, Drake‘s name is right up there with being the first to achieve many historical feats, but it seems that Drake being the first artist in history to have 50 billion streams on Spotify is just a start to an awesome year ahead as the artist adds another milestone to his belt.

It’s only March, and he hasn’t dropped his much-anticipated album Certified Lover Boy as yet. Still, Drake continues to defy expectations as he becomes the first artist in history to simultaneously debut in all of the Top 3 spots on the prestigious Billboard Hot 100 chart.

According to Chart data, he is also the rapper with the most No. 1 singles in Hot 100 History with eight (8) singles.

.@Drake becomes the first artist in history to simultaneously debut in all of the top 3 spots on the Hot 100.

— chart data (@chartdata) March 15, 2021

How would you rate @Drake’s impression of Steph? ?? pic.twitter.com/G9FAFrAhuX

— Warriors on NBCS (@NBCSWarriors) March 16, 2021

The lyrics of his new song “What’s Next” has proven prophetic, as the track debuts at No. 1 on Billboard’s Hot 100. This makes him the first artist to join No. 1, 2, and 3, simultaneously, as the song is joined by “Wants and Need,” featuring Lil Baby at number 2 and at No.3 his song “Lemon Pepper Freestyle” featuring Rick Ross.

The Tracks all come from his recent mixtape Scary Hours 2 released under his own OVO Sound/ Republic Records company. The mixtape is predicted to break streaming records as the “God’s Plan” artist cements himself as one of the greatest rappers of the times.

The new record also now takes Drake into uncharted territory as he now holds 45 top 10 songs on the Hot 100 Chart, moving up his status alongside that of the renowned Beatles and Ariana Grande, who have been the only artists ever to hold the 1, 2, and 3 simultaneous positions.

Meanwhile, “What’s Next” opened to 49 million U.S streams and 19,000 downloads sold in the week ending March 11. It’s also rocking the radio waves with 11.9 million radio airplay audience impressions last week (March 14). On the streaming side, “Wants and Needs” has been streamed 41.5 million times and sold 17,000 copies of the song with 2.1 million airplay. “Lemon Pepper Freestyle” started with 32.1 million streams, 15,000 copies sold, and 869,000 radio airplay so far.

Drake shared a screenshot of his achievement writing in the caption, “SPLASHY.” He also included a photo of his pal Steph Curry celebrating his own wins.

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Blacc Zacc – Carolina Narco Lyrics

[Intro]
Still movin’ work like the Narcos
Big racks on me, Wells Fargo
Told y’all I feel like the Narcos or somethin’
All black diamonds like charcoal
Met me a plug named Pedro
Carolina drug dealer
He introduced me to Diego, haha
The Diego get me the peso, CEO motherf**ker (Kio, Kio)
All white bricks like mayo, hold up

[Chorus]
Still movin’ work like the Narcos
Big racks on me, Wells Fargo
All black diamonds like charcoal
Met me a plug named Pedro
He introduced me to Diego
Diego get me the peso
The peso stackin’ like Legos
All white bricks like mayo
Still movin’ work like the Narcos
Big racks on me, Wells Fargo
All black diamonds like charcoal
Met me a plug named Pedro
He introduced me to Diego
Diego get me the peso
The peso stackin’ like Legos
All white bricks like mayo

[Verse 1]
I took me a trip to the Mecca, found me a plug like Griselda
We was movin’ dope in the Tesla
The Feds tried to raid, we ain’t tell ’em
The price went up, we ain’t sell them, had to double-up with head on
Jackers tryna plot, we ain’t scared of ’em
Tell them niggas think with they head on
Like to play the freeway like Ricky
On Figueroa with about fifty
Got power in my city like 50
When I’m done, I’ma make a documentary
Come to Carolina, nigga, I’m a narco, old school player like Mayo
Got the Cinderella look like J.Lo, her brother pullin’ up in the cargo
Chop your head off like Pablo, the chopper blew his tag like Marco
The bricks all gone, but the trap ain’t closed, my nigga ’round the corner, say he got a couple more
You ever hit the work in a Hemi? If the police get behind me, I’ma hit it
Cookin’ dope in the kitchen like a chemist, straight drop, your face can’t feel it
I heard 12 wanna block, gotta lay low, why they on my block actin’ like a A-hole?
This shit don’t stop ’til I say so, we gon’ still run it up when the slow-mo
Like Travis Scott, nigga, I’m a sicko, this money startin’ to get to my mental
Still keep gas like Citgo, come and get it down for a nickel

[Verse 2]
Chop a bitch up like hibachi, this chopper gon’ kick like karate
Pull up on your block, leave the bitch sloppy, want to join our gang? Go and catch a body
The junkies at the line like a free throw, I serve good dope, Gambino
Connected with the Cubans and the ‘migos, this 4L shit like Bino
Had to wash the money, it was dirty, up with the zombies when it’s early
Cookin’ thirty in the pot, Steph Curry, call the contact number, vision blurry
You’ve never seen a plug like Stevie, I make them niggas wonder how to be me
Turned a hundred to a quarter like it’s easy
Finnesse somebody brick, that’s a freebie

MadeinTYO – Club Close Lyrics

[Intro]
Private Club shit
Private Club shit
24hrs type shit (ooh)
Real nigga type shit (ooh)
I love the Private Club (skrrt)

[Pre-Hook]
I like the dub hoes (ooh)
What time the club close? (hey)
I like the rose gold (skrr, skrr)
We don’t need promo
Nigga the world knows (ooh)
Nigga your girl know (ooh)
What time the club close? (hey)
What time the club close? (skrr)

[Hook]
Let it breathe, let it breathe
What time the club close?
Let it breathe, let it breathe
What time the club close?
Nigga your girl know (skrr)
What time the club close? (ooh)
Nigga your girl know (yeah)
What time the club close? (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Diamond pie, Katy Perry (bling)
Top ten [?] (ooh)
Pancake blueberry (ya)
KD, Steph Curry (swish)
[?] cost a hunnid (ooh)
Bad bitch, no stomach (skrr, skrr)
[?] and I’m blunted
Niggas know how I’m comin’
What time the club close? (ooh)
Bring out the spade (ooh, ooh)
[?]
[?]
Good head, top ramen
We ain’t none in common
Foo foo with that fuck shit
Foo foo when that truck fit

[Verse 2]
What time the club close? (ooh)
I be on [?] (hey)
I be in DC (yeah)
I be at Gold Ghost (yeah, yeah)
Can’t wait for Monday (yeah, yeah)
I’ll be in Magic
Left cheek, right cheek, left cheek, right cheek
I’ll let her have it (ooh)
Workin’ the [?] (skrr)
She want a threeway (skrr, skrr)
Bih it my B-Day (hey)
Bitch it my B-Day (hey)
I be in NY (ooh)
I be that fly guy
You want a cosign (skrr, skrr)
She wanna slow grind (ooh)

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

I-Octane – “Cash” Lyrics

(Intro)
Troyton
Oh yes
Oh yes
Oh yes, Oh yes
Oh yes
An mi say cash
Inna pocket a whe mi got it
Cash
Inna pocket a whe mi got it
Cash
Mi jus pop a pack yuh see di lastic
Cash

(Pre-Chorus)
This year we haffi mek some money
If we want every dim we caan cluby
Everyday a different gyal a get the lovie dovie
Top a me game like me a Steph Curry
Troyton

(Chorus)
Cash
Mek mek money that a wha we practice
Cash
It inna pocket a whe we stash it
Cash
Jus pop a pack yuh see the lastic
Cash
This year we haffi mek some…

(Verse 1)
Go for it becaw we doan [?]
Like poor people inna the crisis
So me stay up all day
Yet still no get no night res’
Waan drive a car but get the nicess
One time a hungrydess but now a holidess
Press gas a road caw mi nuh Charmy Briggs
Glad say me mek it out to the Lord me praise
[?]

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(Pre-chorus)
This year we haffi mek some money
If we want every dim we caan cluby
Everyday a different gyal a get the lovie dovie
Top a me game like me a Steph Curry
Troyton

(Chorus)
Cash
Mek mek money that a wha we practice
Cash
It inna pocket a whe we stash it
Cash
Jus pop a pack yuh see the lastic
Cash

(Verse 2)
This year we haffi mek some
Real dollars
See the pree money an a real manners
pocket full a cone like wha the bees falla
Pop champaign like these scholars
Hear the topic, hear the content
Like Red Hills road use yuh common sense
Like how yuh belt a touch yuh pants length
Same way money fi touch yuh han’

(Pre-chorus)
This year we haffi mek some money
If we want every dim we caan cluby
Everyday a different gyal a get the lovie dovie
Top a me game like me a Steph Curry
Troyton

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(Chorus)
Cash
Mek mek money that a wha we practice
Cash
It inna pocket a whe we stash it
Cash
Jus pop a pack yuh see the lastic?
Cash

(Bridge)
This year we haffi mek some, real food
A nuh we alone the dwagz dem eat food
When we talk bout food, a nuh peas soup
But a more like step out inna clean suit
Oh, yea
Eat food
plus the dwagz dem a eat food, too
Food a nuh peas soup
Step out inna clean suit too

(Pre-chorus)
This year we haffi mek some money
If we want every dim we caan cluby
Everyday a different gyal a get the lovie dovie
Top a me game like me a Steph Curry
Troyton

(Chorus)
Cash
Mek mek money that a wha we practice
Cash
It inna pocket a whe we stash it
Cash
Jus pop a pack yuh see the lastic?
Cash

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(Repeat Vs 1)
Go for it becaw we doan [?]
Like poor people inna the crisis
So me stay up all day
Yet still no get no night res’
Waan drive a car but get the nicess
One time a hungrydess but now a holidess
Press gas a road caw mi nuh Charmy Briggs
Glad say me mek it out to the Lord me praise
[?]

(Pre-chorus)
This year we haffi mek some money
If we want every dim we caan cluby
Everyday a different gyal a get the lovie dovie
Top a me game like me a Steph Curry
Troyton

(Chorus)
Cash
Mek mek money that a wha we practice
Cash
It inna pocket a whe we stash it
Cash
Jus pop a pack yuh see the lastic?
Cash

Quality Control – Bosses Don’t Speak Lyrics

[Intro]
Can’t go out there playin’ when you see us young rich niggas
Droppin’ straight cash on whips, flooded ice
I know you like, “How the fuck these niggas got so much drip?”
Hundred thousand dollar watches
Three point five million dollar cribs and shit
Check the Forbes list, nigga

[Chorus: Offset]
I’m in the coupe, fo’ sho (skrr)
Candy coat (candy)
Maison Margiela my coat (Maison)
I’m on froze (I’m on ice)
Put a lil bitch on the cold (woo)
Anna Nicole (Anna Nicole)
Everything glitter ain’t gold (gold)
You’re gettin’ exposed (you gettin’ exposed)
Hop in the frog and leap (leap)
Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
Servin’ them dummy bricks (brick)
I get them for cheap (I got ’em for low)
Hop in the Wraith and I creep (skrr)
Massage the seats (massage the seats)
I got the racks in the brief (racks)
Bosses don’t speak (nah)

[Verse 1: Offset]
All of my bitch ain’t a hundred (no)
Oh yeah, my wrist cost a hundred (hundred)
Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds (hundreds)
I’ll take your life for this money (brrt)
I took the top of the coupe, it’s insane (woo)
I did this shit for the pain (pain)
Boarding a private plane (plane)
Audemar Pig’ with the skeleton plain (woo)
Put her on X, put her on percs (perky)
There go Set, baller alert (brrt)
Don’t sip liquor, I’m only on syrup (nah, mud)
Put the dope in your hand, want the money on the first (yeah)
I got a bag of the lotto, the cookie, the sherbert (bag)
It’s a murder on the Nawf and they try to put me in the verdict
I got the birdies, ballin’ like Julius Erving (brrt)
Cookin’ it early, dope get to singin’ like Shirley
Got thirties on thirties, we callin’ them thirties Steph Curry
Don’t talk to me dirty ’cause my niggas goin’ seven thirty
Gave her the pink molly, told a bitch yeah it’s Kirby (molly)
I’ma just fuck her three times and then I’ma curve it (smash, smash)
Oh my God, she said her feelings is hurtin’ (oh my God, woah)
Shut the fuck up lil’ thotty, suck it and slurp it (shh, shh, ehh)
Where was everybody when I was just hurtin’? (where, where)
Only the gang survived, it’s family first

[Verse 2: Quavo]
(Quavo)
Oh my God, I bought a foreign and Dodge (oh my God)
Oh my God, I had a foreign menage (oh my, oh my God)
Oh my God, thought you were real, you ‘flauge
Bullets fly and then you flee, nigga we seen your heart
Iced teeth (ice), cellphone beep (brrt, brrt)
Fight me, body bag sheets (body bag)
Am I geeked? Bitch I might be (stupid bitch)
Chanel seats, mansion twelve thousand square feet (yeah)
Once I beat, I tell that bitch to stay away from me (beat it)
I’m not talkin’ ’bout no thot, I’m talkin’ your favorite piece (I am)
I came from the Nawf then jumped into the Major League (I did)
You ain’t never drove this valet so I keep the key
Said she can’t leave without her friend, I got them knee to knee
When you rich like me, this is what it’s s’posed to be (you do)
Can’t get close to me (no)
Backwoods, roll the leaf (roll it)
I done survived some beef (survived)
Now I can massage my seats (massage)

King Combs – Type Different (feat. Bay Swag & Lajan Slim)

[Chorus: Bay Swag]
CYN type different
Balling like a Piston
Jesus piece, it glisten
Nigga when I talk, you listen
Balenciaga Arenas
Yeah we perform at arenas
C3 just hopped out the Beamer
All the bad bitches, I see ya
CYN type different
Balling like a Piston
Jesus piece, it glisten
Nigga when I talk, you listen
Balenciaga Arenas
Yeah we perform at arenas
C3 just hopped out the Beamer
All the bad bitches, I see ya

[Verse 1: King Combs & Bay Swag]
She say she feeling my swag, hopped in my bag
Young OG, don’t call me Fab
200 on the dash
Hundred on me, I don’t look at the tab
Me and Bay Swag just get it
Big dreams, yeah I did it
Bad chick, yeah I’m in it
Just started, I ain’t finished
All my niggas in it to win it
My niggas in it to win it, ayy
‘Member I rode in them Civics, ayy
Ride the jet ski in the Pacific, ayy
No I ain’t dumb but I’m gifted, ayy
Yeezy 350, I’m boostin’, ayy
Yeah you know my shawty cooping, ayy
You say you lit, why you trooping? Ayy
Been catching bags out in Houston, ayy
All black in a white jag
Tell all them dudes to fall back
Fly niggas gonna stand out
And I’m never looking for a handout
Everything got planned out
Whole team got the same dream
Lil’ niggas with big rings
My chick mean, my whip clean

[Verse 3: Lajan Slim]
Run with that heat like I’m Enus
Boy ya dog funny, hyenas
Gun drawn like I’m Gilbert Arenas
From a cell, ’bout to sell out arenas
I’m from Lauderdale
They like "how the hell?"
Nigga almost worth a million
Cash money, no ceilings
Lord forgive me, made a killing
Josh and Johnny know a nigga rowdy
She wanna ride me, call it Kawasaki
Entrepreneur, they all around me
In the projects is where they found me
Know I’m living for my son and daughter
I know it’s nothing and I swear your honor
If you hate it, boy ya ass a goner
Cîroc sipping, Broward full throttle
I’m with your bird plotting on a pigeon
Free the real though, we really miss ’em
From the door, see my diamonds glisten
You a snake, when you speak you hissing
Three months and the check came
Boy we G.O.O.D., we don’t need a damn thang
Iguodala, earned my damn ring
Steph Curry, got my own ring

Omega Crosby – Feel Good lyrics

[Chorus]
Erryday we keep it lit like a candle
If you ain’t talkin bread betta cancel
Every time we come on they be dancin
I think I want a mansion

I feel good yea yea yea yea
We feel good yea yea yea yea
I feel good yea yea yea yea
We feel good yea yea yea yea

[Verse 1]
I’m feelin good like I never been
Tryna be an angel livin in the devils den
When I was headed north, things were goin south
They won’t let us get the house, but we worked it out

All I want in this life is a picket fence
All I see is question marks it ain’t makin sense
I’ll be back in the morn you ain’t gotta worry
Dudes still takin shots like Steph Curry

I just met a aunt I ain’t know I had
My old friends all squares, like plad
Everybody hate eachother and it’s quite sad
I couldn’t picture this life with a white dad

White blood in me but I know the cover of the book
Got the microphone smokin call me Mr. Cook
Reincarnated nothin short than legendary
Always first never secondary

[Chorus]
Erryday we keep it lit like a candle
If you ain’t talkin bread betta cancel
Every time we come on they be dancin
I think I want a mansion

I feel good yea yea yea yea
We feel good yea yea yea yea
I feel good yea yea yea yea
We feel good yea yea yea yea

[Verse 2]
Only get to see me uncle if I plan to visit
In the world you cant succeed outchea bein skittish
Don’t tell me that I made it I ain’t even finish
Every x gives a plus I ain’t talkin British

Dollar signs in my eye lids
Everytime I go to sleep I have a million dollar idea
Every thing is all good I ain’t even change
I like my rides all black like bruce waynes

For my birthday I want a Lamborghini
She got my name in her mouth like a zucini
I been up for nine days but I ain’t even sleepy
I’m from the Mo, American Graffiti

Cherry bomb off that cherry kush
Hands makin double u’s I ain’t talkin bout George Bush
California, yea we the golden state
When you throw away money let me get a plate

[Chorus]
Erryday we keep it lit like a candle
If you ain’t talkin bread betta cancel
Every time we come on they be dancin
I think I want a mansion

I feel good yea yea yea yea
We feel good yea yea yea yea
I feel good yea yea yea yea
We feel good yea yea yea yea

Kid Ink – High Signin’ (feat. Jay 305, Ad, & Jay Ant)

[Intro]
Lil Rece produced it, Lil Rece produced it

[Hook: Jay Ant]x2
Yeah, keep on shinin
Yeah, keep on shinin
Keep, keep on gridin
Keep keep on gridin
Yeah, high sign, high sign, high signin

[Bridge: Jay Ant]
Yeah, the more money that I make, the more these niggas hate
More money that I make, more hoes I gotta shake
More money that I make

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
I swear all the shit I gotta face now
A nigga shine, get the shades out
You know how my eyes look when the haze out
I’m just trying with the fakes out
Reporting from the west-side
Bat-gang got it tatted by my left-side
Know you couldn’t fuck with me on your best night
Now watch me screw these niggas like its test time
Hold up, flex on these niggas , hold up
Put the city on my shoulder
Came up from the noodles
Know they thought we’d be losers

[Hook: Jay Ant]x2
Yeah, keep on shinin
Yeah, keep on shinin
Keep, keep on gridin
Keep keep on gridin
Yeah, high sign, high sign, high signin

[Bridge: Jay Ant]
Yeah, the more money that I make, the more these niggas hate
More money that I make, more hoes I gotta shake
More money that I make

[Verse 2: Jay 205]
Just moved the whole thang
On the west side, niggas gangbang
Icy fresh, high signin’
Bust down, looking like lightning
Call the friends, got diamonds
Feeling like baby big tyming
But it take a lot of grinding
Project baby private flying
Made it out the jungle, I’m a lion
Y’all selling bullshit, I ain’t buying
You should sell cocaine
Now a nigga rich off the rap game

[Hook: Jay Ant]x2
Yeah, keep on shinin
Yeah, keep on shinin
Keep, keep on gridin
Keep keep on gridin
Yeah, high sign, high sign, high signin

[Bridge: Jay Ant]
Yeah, the more money that I make, the more these niggas hate
More money that I make, more hoes I gotta shake
More money that I make

[Verse 3: AD]
Look, was a top ramen nigga, now its [??] on the regular
She used to call me, now she blowing up my cellular
[??] tried to play me, now I’m twenty steps ahead of ’em
Still independent, we just laughing at competitors
Worry ’bout a deal? We just ’bout these [??]
I get it every time I shoot ’em, Steph Curry off the pill
If she tripping get the [??], we don’t tolerate complaining
I told my nigga [??] Fuck these niggas if they hating (Uh)
Keep on shining, we gon end up with the [??]
Hide your baby daddy, fuck I think he need a [??]
A little here [??] hit ’em with the python, wait a minute

[Hook: Jay Ant]x2
Yeah, keep on shinin
Yeah, keep on shinin
Keep, keep on gridin
Keep keep on gridin
Yeah, high sign, high sign, high signin

[Bridge: Jay Ant]
Yeah, the more money that I make, the more these niggas hate
More money that I make, more hoes I gotta shake
More money that I make

Pink Guy – Another Earth (Pink Season Album)

[Sample: Young Thug]
Yo yo, you heard of the new Earth that they found?
It’s a new Earth, but it’s like 10 times bigger than this earth
It’s Earth doe, it’s Earth, it looks identical, everything is the same
You ain’t heard that yet? It’s 10 times bigger than Earth, but it’s Earth
It’s another Earth, they just found, another planet
It looks just like earth doe, so they call it Earth

[Verse: Pink Guy]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug!
Ay, get it up, fuck Young Thug
Uh, eh, I said fuck Young Thug
Fuck all that bullshit
Fuck all that bullshit
Pussy ass bitch
Fuck all that bullshit
Pussy ass bitch
Huh, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, pussy ass bitch
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, get it up
I don’t give a fuck about a young thug
Pussy ass bitch come get a nut or butt
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug
Uh, Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Pussy ass bitch, fuck Young Thug
Pussy ass bitch, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Get it up, ay!
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Skrt skrt, Hongkong, skrt skrt
Uh, fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Steph Curry with the shot, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug

[Outro: Pink Guy]
Don’t ever let me catch you around my neighborhood again
Or we gon’ have some serious problems, you fucking n-word!

Pink Guy – Another Earth Lyrics

[Outro: Pink Guy]
Don’t ever let me catch you around my neighborhood again
Or we gon’ have some serious problems, you fucking n-word!

Yung Simmie – 3 In 1 (Freestyle) (Simmie Season 2 Mixtape)

[Verse 1: Yung Simmie]
Fake niggas will never know realer
Ape shit like I hang with gorillas
Niggas talk hard they ain’t no killer
‘Til we pull up like "Hey lil’ nigga"
No like halo nigga
Extendos at yo’ halo nigga
Yeah I smoke but I don’t do swishers
Smokin’ moon rocks I moon walk like "Thriller"
My bitch white so I am that nigga
I pill up the block layin’ shots out the window
You can’t keep up ’cause yo’ ends low
I gotta be myself niggas copy like ten fold
I go hard but I make it look simple
I gave that bitch back she was somethin’ like a rental
I don’t wanna fuck, give me dental
If her ex here he get whipped with a pistol
So don’t diss me I don’t diss you
Ain’t talkin’ money I’ma have to dismiss you
Niggas sayin’ what they won’t do
Playin’ both sides but I been with the same crew
Been sippin’ drank, I be smokin’ stain
Nigga fuck beer I don’t do the brew
I be in the cut, rollin’ up the weed
Smokin’ by myself I won’t smoke with you
You ain’t from my hood what you doin’ on my block boy?
You lookin’ unusual
A suspect, and I make my hoes upset
If I don’t give ’em dick, they gon’ protest
I’m a jerk, no reject
Gettin’ to the money ’cause I need that
Pull up on yo’ block if you late where my green at?

[Verse 2: Lil Dred]
I be on the block where you can’t come
Catch you slippin’ on the block where you ain’t from
Once you hear them shots then you can’t run
Smooth criminal, like "Where the fuck he came from?"
Steph Curry nigga check out where I aim from
Ridin’ ’round with three Ks no handguns
KKK I’ma hang some
Hellboy, where you think I got this flame from?
Fuck boy, where you think I got this chain from?
If you lookin’ like a lick we gon’ take some
Head cracked like dice I’ma shake some
If I hit ’em with the right I’ma break somethin’
Once they see you tryna win now the hate comin’
I just play the back scene I don’t say nothin’
Yeah he doin’ a lot of talkin’ but he stay frontin’
Since you niggas wanna quack I will duck hunt

[Verse 3: Nell]
Feelin’ like motherfuck a hater
Type of nigga pull up all black like a raider
Type of shots loud enough to shake the equator
Killer clan coward talkin’ cut like a sabertooth
Whenever we aim at you, bitch we be buck
Pull up I’m a truck whenever we hit ’em up
Fuck nigga give it up, we deep like a sativa
Never gave a fuck ’bout a nigga so we thuggin’ when they see us
We just in a different city rollin’ weed up
Play my music for his girl and now she wanna meet us
In the hood smokin’ good throwin’ triple Cs up
Bitch you can give my dick a kiss
Nigga you can get with this
Mac shit, trill shit
Tryna act like Kill Bill in a field, bet a nigga get killed quick
Broke a nigga down for them pounds and them millions
Money, motivation, and Miami make us kill shit