Pop Smoke – Tunnel Vision Lyrics

[Intro]
Haha, mami like⁠—
Mami like, “Damn boy, you made it” (Man, you did)
But she said, “You ain’t nice” (At all) (At all)
I tell her I know I’m nice, ha (Look)

[Chorus]
I don’t talk to niggas (Nah), I don’t feel these niggas (At all)
Got a hundred round in my pocket, I’m ready, go kill these niggas (Brrt, brrt), look
And it’s tunnel vision (Yeah) when I’m in the field, nigga (In the field)
If I tell Mikey Woo (Woo), then he gon’ go drill a nigga (Grrt-baow)
I’m a Brooklyn nigga, but shout out my Philly niggas (My Philly niggas)
I don’t f*ck with a lot of niggas because I’m too real for niggas (Yeah, nah)
They don’t know what it means (Yeah) to have million dollar dreams (Dreams)
Then you wake up on the block and it’s back to servin’ fiends (Yeah)

[Verse]
I don’t drink Belaire (Nah), but I’m in Bel Air like I’m Uncle Phil
Don’t call me bluff, nigga, I am and, nigga, I will, look (Nigga, I will)
And I’m from the fields (Woo), now it’s million dollar deals (Woo)
And it’s all out of nowhere, push me and I’ma go there
All in a second, gun kickin’ like it’s Tekken (Buck, buck)
I’m a force to be reckoned, I’m God’s perfection
Look, God gave me a lot in some months, but it could go in a second
If I f*ck the wrong bitch (Woo) or walk up in the wrong session

[Chorus]
I don’t talk to niggas (Nah), I don’t feel these niggas (At all)
Got a hundred round in my pocket, I’m ready, go kill these niggas (Brrt, brrt), look
And it’s tunnel vision (Yeah) when I’m in the field, nigga (In the field)
If I tell Mikey Woo (Woo), then he gon’ go drill a nigga (Grrt-bah)
I’m a Brooklyn nigga, but shout out my Philly niggas (My Philly niggas)
I don’t f*ck with a lot of niggas because I’m too real for niggas (Yeah, nah)
They don’t know what it means (Yeah) to have million dollar dreams (Dreams)
Then you wake up on the block and it’s back to servin’ fiends (Yeah, nah)

[Outro]
Stepped in the game, started changin’ it, changin’ it, haha
Never who, forever the Woo
What do you want your impact to be on the music industry?
Like, a hundred years from now, how do you want people to remember you?
Pop Smoke did this, he did that, he did what?
Pop Smoke came in and changed the game
Pop Smoke came in and showed them niggas a new vibe
You know, the whole sound, the whole vibe, the whole movement
Different
Forever my heart, forever my dawgs
We still gon’ put on for you
The smoke will never clear
Never
Woo, woo, woo, grrt-baow

Sl & Kenny Beats – Little Bird Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
(Woah, Kenny), look

[Chorus]
Little bird (Bird), got her off the curb (Curb)
Like to throw it back (Back), and she kept her word (Word)
Then she upped a gear (Gear), took it into third (Third)
Never interfere (Don’t), when I do my work (Don’t)
I been through the dirt, now it’s dinners and desserts (It is)
She gon’ suck the kid (She will), nearly left the Earth (Yeah)
Trappin’ was my gift (It was), trappin’ was your curse (Yeah)
You said, “f*ck it, bruh, it’s lit” (Yeah) ’til you got your ass burnt (Ouch)

[Verse]
They’re all lies, me, I’m factual (I am)
Plus I come up from the streets like Masvidal (Yes, I did)
Talk tough, then I’m aimin’ at your mandible
You got loud grub then I’ma eat it like a cannibal (I’ll take it)
Cold and drop a ounce, somethin’ casual (Somethin’ normal)
Then I took the whole pack, I’m irrational (I jerked it)
Regular pot but made the kitties think it’s magical
Hit the milli’ mark, then invest in some capital (Yeah, look, I am)
Nigga, how you broke? Get a line, let the weight go (How?)
I might take your ho, make her mine ’cause I say so (Take her)

Don’t mess with my guy, that’s my bro, that’s my Qualo (Don’t)
Pop out on a guy, where’s the plug? Where’s Pedro? (Yeah)
Done a mad ting, bait one, lay low (Lay low)
We ain’t campin’ we’re out ‘ere, main road (Main road, we’re out here)
She attractive, smashed it, case closed (Sweet one)
Very fantastic, the way she give the great blows (Great blows)

[Chorus]
Little bird (Bird), got her off the curb (Curb)
Like to throw it back (Back), and she kept her word (Word)
Then she upped a gear (Gear), took it into third (Third)
Never interfere (Don’t), when I do my work (Don’t)
I been through the dirt, now it’s dinners and desserts (It is)
She gon’ suck the kid (She will), nearly left the Earth (Yeah)
Trappin’ was my gift (It was), trappin’ was your curse
You said, “f*ck it bruh, it’s lit,” (Yeah) ’til you got your ass burnt (Ouch)

[Outro]
Done a mad ting, bait one, lay low (Yeah)
We ain’t campin’ (Yeah), we’re out here, main road (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She attractive, smashed it, case closed (Yeah, yeah)
Very fantastic (Yeah), the way she give the great blows (Yeah, yeah)

Westside Gunn – Steve Behr Lyrics (feat. Rome Streetz)

[Westside Gunn:]
Brr, brr
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr
Ayo

Ayo, pump in the Amiris got me walkin’ all bow-legged
Free Sly (Free Sly) ’til the Feds free my oldhead
Your welfare whip pathetics, speed had ’em like always (Always)
The crackhouse doorbell ring, God day
We only got twenties, bring nineteen, you dead (Ah, dead, nigga)

I don’t give a f*ck if you got nineteen-fifty, nigga
Get the f*ck out of here with that bullshit
I got the best shit, nigga

[Rome Streetz:]
Ayo, you a dollar late and day short
Every day, divide the dollar, servin’ cutties, shit that they snort
It was Off-White, now back to rockin’ rugby with that race horse
Half a gram for a Virgil, have a blast and lift your face off

Like Scott Storch, this shit that I produce be the muy bueno
Late nights like Leno, I was movin’ elbows out the rental
I’m lit with rap, that ain’t coincidental
I seen a nigga take five acid tabs, that shit fried his mental
Son ain’t been the same since, seen him the other day
I let him hold somethin’, I’m real, won’t look the other way
"The streets’ll take you but won’t bring you back," that’s what my mother say
Run off with the pack, then your brother pay
Blast the Bushmaster at his beanie, my Billys blazin’ like turkey day
Do the wonder, coldest shit in the verses that I display
At the top, it’s really Rome and Gunn, the comp is miles away
My style is gunpowder in the crack vial, the Don is great
Do you dirty for dollars, the goonies gon’ relate
Your bitch mouth in my lap like print on the BAPE
f*ck outta here, nigga

[?]
Griselda by Fashion Rebels

Sahbabii – Tongue Demon Lyrics

She’s a tongue demon
Pill on her tongue, dick on her tongue, ooh, ooh, yeah
Hypnotized by your body, like the way you move, yeah
Her skin smooth, her body smooth like chocolate mousse, yeah
Ooh, ooh, yeah

I’m in her throat like a Popeyes biscuit
Naked bitch, I can suck on them titties
Glock hanging out, you can see the lil’ dicky
I mix with [?], bitch, I’m giving out quickies
That ass fat, she go ’round like a weekly
Surrounded by shooters, you never can sneak me
Marsupial superstar, started a species

f*ck around, buy a bazooka and blow up the block
Too many shots, ’bout to blow up the Glock
Nice ice, bitch glow in the dark
Put that p*ssy on cruise control, baby, don’t park
Yeah, and when she run out of gas, she see it go start
She’s a semen demon, straight up conjuring
That p*ssy fat, so astonishing
Told her suck it, suck it with some confidence
I’ma cover them buns like a condiment
When she changing her clothes, give her closet dick
That p*ssy too wet, it might clog in it
Told her throw that ass back, girl, you hogging it
Got that p*ssy breathing like a frog in it

She’s a tongue demon
Pill on her tongue, dick on her tongue, ooh, ooh, yeah
Hypnotized by your body, like the way you move, yeah
Her skin smooth, her body smooth like chocolate mousse, yeah
Ooh, ooh, yeah

She like that way that I ooh
Eat that dick up, that’s a Rap Snack
She move her body like a [?]
I’ma butter them cakes like a flapjack
She get the dick hard like a popsicle
Babygirl, suck on this popdickle
Redhead bitch, call her Devil Head
That p*ssy gooey like deviled eggs
Monkey nuts on my shit make the devil scared
They deeper than us, but we can still take it there
I might just take it there, I’m tryna stay level-head
Blow the brains out his ass
Separate the head from the dreads
Separate the body from the legs
Separate the fingers from the hands
Don’t get smoked ’bout a bitch ’cause she in a 2.0 stance (Ain’t talking cannabis)
Yeah

She’s a tongue demon
Pill on her tongue, dick on her tongue, ooh, ooh, yeah
Hypnotized by your body, like the way you move, yeah
Her skin smooth, her body smooth like chocolate mousse, yeah
Ooh, ooh, yeah

Iamsu! – 1300 Stars Lyrics

[Intro]
Yea Aye yea HBK yea you know how we play
Yea yea aye yea
(Who Did This Beat This Shit Go)

[Hook]
I Dont Want To Talk I Just Want To Hear The Bass
All These People In My Face I Just Wanna Get Away Now
1300 stars in the ceiling of my wraith
Pulling money out the bank make my haters feel a way now
I Dont Want To Talk I Just Want To Hear The Bass
All These People In My Face I Just Wanna Get Away Now
1300 stars in the ceiling of my wraith
Pulling money out the bank make my haters feel a way now

[Verse]
I Been working I been doing what it takes
I need millions in the bank Ima legend in the bay now
Cutting blvd I was on my work
Made a right on 49th when a car almost took me out
Mmmhhmmm I’ll Be Straight
Im represent mmmmhhmmm HBK
I had to take a look around
Can’t neglect her or she “Wahhh” cry all day (Yeaaah)

Feel like its a war gotta strap just in case
Make it clap to the bass diamonds flash in my chain now
Opened up a door cleared a path made way
Put the cash in the safe thru the app or the PayPal
I been doing chores with my mom everyday
On the phone everyday And Im losing my braincells
Everything was wrong it was wrong everyday but we hung Everyday and we can’t get them days back

[Hook]
I Dont Want To Talk I Just Want To Hear The Bass
All These People In My Face I Just Wanna Get Away Now
1300 stars in the ceiling of my wraith
Pulling money out the bank make my haters feel a way now
I Dont Want To Talk I Just Want To Hear The Bass
All These People In My Face I Just Wanna Get Away Now
1300 stars in the ceiling of my wraith
Pulling money out the bank make my haters feel a way now

Bill Anderson – Tips Of My Fingers Lyrics

I reached out my arms and I touched you with soft words I whispered your name
I held you right on the tip of my fingers but that was as close as I came
My eyes had a vision of sweet lips yeelding beneath my command
I had your love on the tips of my fingers
But I let it slip right through my hands but I let it slip right through my hands

Somebody took you when I wasn’t looking and I should have known from the start
It’s a long long way from the tip of my fingers
To the love hidden deep in your heart to the love hidden deep in your heart
I had your love on the tips of my fingers
But I let it slip right through my hands but I let it slip right through my hands

Pop Smoke – Something Special Lyrics

I think you are (You are) something special
I’ll take you on a shopping spree (Oh, yeah)
‘Cause I’m so into you (Oh)
I’m so into you (I love you, baby)
I’m so into you (Oh, my)
I’m so into you (To you), baby (Baby)

What you like? What you wear?
Say the name, say the price, put them diamonds on your ear
Shinin’ like a chandelier
What’s your thoughts? What’s your fears?
Yeah, I need that real love (Real love)
Talkin’ Bobby and Whitney (Whitney)
You don’t gotta worry ’bout nothin’ as long as you with me (With me, look)
‘Cause shit could get sticky, that’s why I keep a glizzy
Ride around through my city (Woo)
f*ck Kassandra, Kanisha, Kanika and Tisha
Lisa and Tisha (f*ck them hoes, uh)
f*ck them hoes ’cause I don’t need them, all them bitches treeshas
They ain’t in the field, they on the bleachers (Treeshas)
On your back, I start applying that lotion (Yeah, lotion)
So deep, I’ma go in, pullin’ all on your sew-in (Sew-in)
I’m Pop Smoke, but you know all my governments
All that gangster shit, she be lovin’ it
She love how I’m thuggin’ it (Oh, you like that)

Shawty brown and petite (Yeah)
Fly and discreet, a demon in the sheets
Mother was a lawyer, her father the police
They be working long hours, so she always had the free
She said I could come with her if it get hot up in the streets
‘Cause I’m a ‘rilla in the jungle and a shark up in the sea
She like, "Papi, you so fire, but get up out the streets"
I’m like, "Baby, what you mean?" (What you mean?)
Look

I think (Baby) you are
You are (You are) something special (My girl)
I’ll take you on a shopping spree
‘Cause I’m so into you (To you)
I’m so into you (You are)
I’m so into you
I’m so into you, baby (Baby)

Baby (Baby)
You are (You are) my girl (My girl)
You are (You are) my girl

(I think) You are (You are)
You are (You are) something special (Oh, yeah)
I’ll take you on a shopping spree (Oh, baby)
‘Cause I’m so into you (Baby)
I’m so into you (You are)
I’m so into you (My girl)
I’m so into you (You are), baby (My girl)

Amber – Yes Lyrics

Ohhh yeah

yeah

Saw him once in the hills
Water in the canyon
walked by the sun
I brushed up against him
Wildflowers on fire

And then I asked him with my eyes
To ask again (yes)
And then he asked me would I?
Yes, Yes
I put my arms around him, yes
And draw him down to me so he can feel my breast
And his heart was going like mad
I mean yes, I said yes, I mean yes…

The moon rose in the sky
As we lay together
One second goes by
Then becomes forever
Come to you by desire

And then I asked him with my eyes
To ask again (yes)
And then he asked me would I?
Yes, Yes
I put my arms around him, yes
And draw him down to me so he can feel my breast

And his heart was going like mad
I mean yes, I said yes
I put my arms around him, yes
And draw him down to me so he can feel my breast
And his heart was going like mad
I mean yes, I said yes, I will yes
Yes
Yes
Ohhh yes

I put my arms around him, yes
And draw him down to me so he could feel my breast
And his heart was going like mad
I put my arms around him, yes
And draw him down to me so he can feel my breast
And his heart was going like mad
I mean yes, I said yes
I put my arms around him, yes
And draw him down to me so he can feel my breast
And his heart was going like mad
I mean yes, I said yes, I will yes…

Benal – Hun Lyrics

[Vers 1: Benjamin Hav]
Du’ stadig ikk’ det fedeste
Du har gjort noget dumt, og du ved det
Folk er beskedne
Det’ klart med det liv – hva’ det blevet til?
Hun pisser på dem siddende
De tror, man er stærk, når man træner
Masser af bagage, men la’ vær’ med at skab’ dig
For du’ en taber
La’ vær’ med at stå der og tude, mand, jeg står lige og taler
Man ka’ ikk’ fjerne skidt fra et rent spejl
Hvem tror du, du er med dine tre likes?
Viral stimulans gør dem liderlige
Men hun skider på dem og så videre G
Han har svært ved at tale
Sprutten den er blandet, smerten er ren
Det’ sødt, når han tror, han er rockstar
Så flovt når han falder, hun er så klar

[Omkvæd: LuxXx]
Kaster med bananer
Pas på, jeg ikk’ glider
Tænk før jeg taler
Og så videre
Fem potter pis
Hva’ jeg selv værd?
Det’ ka’ jeg allerhøjest selv være
Yeah, yeah

[Vers 2: Benjamin Hav]
Ud af sengen på det rigtige ben
Jeg troede ikk’, du var kedelig, babe – hva’ ‘der sket?
Sjove billeder ka’ ikk’ skjule din realitet
Hvis jeg sku’ ta’ mig af det, sku’ jeg ta’ det hele
De køber respekt
Kærlighed koster blod, og de løber for let
Det’ let at se, at du’ nervøs, når du’ kæk
Du var født til at vinde, men følelsen er væk
Dobbeltskridt op af stien
Det’ stadig ligesom om, at han er som et lig

Fuld mand med et tomt smil
Hold så din kæft, hvis du ikk’ har noget godt at sige
Måske er de børn
Men hun har brug for kærlighed, og de leverer til døren
Si’r præcis, hvad hun vil, for du bakker tilbage
Mens hun kigger på, du går ligesom “tak ska’ du ha’”

[Omkvæd: LuxXx]
Kaster med bananer
Pas på, jeg ikk’ glider
Tænk før jeg taler
Og så videre
Fem potter pis
Hva’ jeg selv værd?
Det’ ka’ jeg allerhøjest selv være
Yeah, yeah

[Vers 3: Benjamin Hav]
Hun gi’r dem mén, men hun mener det godt
Kærlighed blænder, se dig lidt for
Han talte om at prøve ikk’ at tale over sig
To minutter senere står han der og flover sig
Hvis jeg var dig, vil’ jeg slap’ lidt af
Du ved, selvom man har vundet, ka’ man sagtens tabe
Du ved, selvom man har tabt, ka’ man tabe igen
To dage uden bad, dreng, smag på den
Hun er først glad nu, hvor broen er brændt
Det’ for sent at be om hjælp, når depressionen er ramt
Der’ en grund til de græder inde under det tørre
30 lyder først fedt, når man runder de 40
f*ck ord, din’ ord de er grimme
Hun synes, det’ sjovt, at du tror, du’ en mand
Ingen tvivl, du har gjort, hvad du kan
Men det’ bar’ ikk’ nok – ikk’ start, bar’ stop

Harry Connick, Jr – Doctor Jazz Lyrics

VERSE: everybody gets the blues now and then and don’t know what to do.
i’ve had it happen many times to me, and so have you. but those days have gone and past. i’ve found out what to do at last. when i feel all in, down and out, you will hear me shout ….

CHORUS: hello central give me doctor jazz. he’s got just what i need, I’ll say he has. and when the world goes wrong, and I’ve got the blues, he’s the man who makes me get out both my dancin’ shoes. the more i get, the more i want it seems. I page old doctor jazz in all my dreams. when I’m trouble bound, and mixed, he’s the guy that gets me fixed. hello, central, give me doctor jazz.

da ba da ba dat daa ya dat da
boop bop ba doo dat dat dat da
daa ya dat da
boop bop ba doo dat dat dat da
daa daa ba do dat do da do da yat

the more I get, the more I want it seems. I page old doctor jazz in all my dreams. when I’m trouble bound, and mixed, he’s the guy that gets me fixed. hello, central, give me doctor jazz.

(spoken) give me doctor jazz

50 Cent Rips Meek Mill In Interview With Lil Wayne, Meek Respond Calling Fif “Corny”

50 Cent ripped into Meek Mill during his recent sit down with Lil Wayne on Young Money Radio, and now Meek is responding.

50 Cent always has something to say about somebody, so it’s no surprise to hear him calling people out once again during his latest public discussion with Lil Wayne on Young Money Radio. The segment lasted over an hour, with Fifty touching on several subjects, including the recent comments made by Meek Mill. Fif elected not to use Meek’s name this time around, but it was very clear who he was referring to.

“If you said to me—I’m not going to say who I’m talking about—if you represent prison reform, how are you signed to a correctional officer, and you managed by a snitch? Help me, help me with this man,” Fif pondered. While Lil Wayne laughed in response to Fifty’s exaggerated confusion, Fif went on to contemplate the deeper meaning of success, saying, “Let’s say success is for your life to be the way you want your life to be. And who the f*ck knows exactly what they want?”

While it seems like he may have pivoted to be more forgiving of Meek’s alleged hypocrisy, the moment was still a standout portion of the interview in the wake of the recent interactions between DJ Akademiks and Meek Mill. The Philly rapper has also seemingly respond on Twitter. “They tryna group up on cuz corny ni**az lol,” he tweeted.

They tryna group up on cuz ???????? corny niggaz lol

— Meek Mill (@MeekMill) July 4, 2020

Meek Mill, being labeled as a hypocrite, is nothing new. The socially and politically active rapper recently called for DJ Akademiks to be canceled by the hip hop community, to which AKs responded by pointing out some of Meek’s questionable canceling history. Meek encouraged rappers to abandon all support for Tekashi 6ix9ine after he agreed to testify against his gang associates. However, he continues to work for a record label that is run by a former DEA informant. While Meek’s commitment to prison reform is admirable and undeniable, Fifty does have a point when he suggests if Meek is going to talk about it, he should be about it.

Lil Iké Addresses Backlash For Saying She Won’t Work With Upcoming Reggae Artists Unless…

Lile Ike has responded to some social media backlash over one of her recent interviews.

Promising newcomer Lila Ike has a unique, melodic aesthetic that was on vivid display in the new visuals for the break-up song “Forget Me.” Ironically, while celebrating the videos’ 70K overnight views, the songstress found herself simultaneously fending off feedback and reproaches across social media over a few of her remarks. Making it clear that she’s not keen on jumping on a collaboration with just anybody, Ike insists that artists invest in their work ethic, as she’s not about to become anyone’s meal ticket.

The clip drew much disapproval from followers and fans who labeled the nascent songbird as “hype” following her utterances. She was quick to check the critics, however, posting the entire clip, clarifying the context and directly telling naysayers to “continue as you were.”

The source of the backlash is a June 26 interview with veteran media journalist Anthony Miller on TVJ’s Entertainment Report. Responding to whether she’s been bombarded with requests for collabs since her stellar success, Lila had this to say—”For sure, ton and tons of people ah reach out fi a collab, some a dem ah really feel like yuh just nuh deh desso yet fi deh pan a song with Lila Ike to be honest,” Ike began. “I feel like most of the people reaching out to me right now would be like upcoming artistes that are seeking a way to get their self known, or get into the business and I am not really in support of that, mi really feel like you want something yuh really and truly haffi work for it.”

Posting about this and commenting so people can uderstand how quick we are to https://t.co/C2RT4sWg0t is the rest of the interview where I clearly say ‘once it is that you’re great at what you do and have work ethic’ so continue as you were that’s why me say me like me Solitude. pic.twitter.com/FJcdfxZUbZ

— The Experience out now ? (@LilaIkeJa) July 3, 2020

The curly hair crooner came under fire for not just her words but her tone in the seemingly off-putting and obnoxious remarks. Hopping online to directly address the situation, Ike posted the clip in its entirety including the part where she said “personally mi kinda focus on my thing, if I have to do a collab it would have to change my life,” hinting that as is common in the sphere of social media, her words were taken out of context.

She captioned her post as a final clap back to those twisting her words to disturb her peace of mind: “Posting about this and commenting so people can understand how quick we are to judge. Here is the rest of the interview where I clearly say ‘once it is that you’re great at what you do and have work ethic’ so continue as you were that’s why me say me like me Solitude..” she wrote.

Check out the ER interview here.

Here are some of the tweets from fans.

So the hype get to Lila Ike already smh uni listen to the fvckry weh she a seh?? my ratings for you dip my girl swear pic.twitter.com/RveLjvO8wD

— Filodeen? (@filodeen) July 3, 2020

lila ike when she find out filodeen ratings fi her drop: https://t.co/z24R97YkZ3 pic.twitter.com/REw0QxwLcT

— sage (@aiodeji) July 3, 2020

Look how much artistes turn down collabs and nobody has a word to say but as soon as Lila Ike says on national tv that yeah I turn down collabs because ppl a look buss offa me then unu jump pon her

— Dr.Abijah (@abii_abz) July 3, 2020

What she meant to say was…

"…But for now, I'm currently focusing on building my brand & cementing myself in the industry so I could be of a more impacting force where helping to bring these younger talents to the world, just as Protoje did for me". Anyways, stream Lila Ike. https://t.co/qPgXcOGgzM

— Ann-Marie Pickney?? (@daryklazula) July 3, 2020

All I'm saying, I stan Lila even harder cause a suh black woman fi live. We need room to focus on our craft, with the right energies, and do it unapologetically. Stop trying to shame her into settling – she knows who Lila Ike is and won't settle.

— Jherane (@Jherane_) July 4, 2020

Rygin King’s Second Assassination Attempt Thwarted At Hospital, Dancehall Deejay Transferred

Rygin King is still being targeted by the people who tried to kill him even while he is recovering in the hospital.

Less than a week after Rygin King was shot, the dancehall artist was paid a visit by an unknown entourage that allegedly wanted to finish the job. On Sunday, the “Tuff” deejay was rushed to the hospital after escaping his attempted murderers and being rushed to the hospital. According to reports, Rygin King was being held at the Falmouth Hospital. A photo of the deejay reportedly leaked online revealing his location which is when some unidentified men showed up at the medical facility but were not permitted to carry out their mission.

Sources confirmed with Urban Islandz that Rygin King was relocated to a more secure medical facility after the second assassination attempt. According to the insight given to Urban Islandz last weekend, the deejay’s shooting was a retaliation to a murder that happened a few months ago that he was allegedly involved in. King was targeted after the murder victim in question was laid to rest. Reports are that he was traveling in Westmoreland when he was forced to pull over because of a mechanical issue with his vehicle. That’s when the gunmen got the drop on him and opened fire.

The shooting incident took the life of a young woman who insiders say is Rygin King’s girlfriend. The dancehall deejay and his manager were both admitted to the hospital in critical condition. Though he has since had a successful surgery and is currently recovering, it is obvious now that the threat has not been averted. We’re told that law enforcement has since taken several men in custody who are believed to have tried to gain access to the dancehall star’s hospital room.

As Rygin King continues his recovery in a new undisclosed location, fans are hoping he will make it out unscathed. We will keep you abreast of the latest with this developing story.

Vybz Kartel Had A Daughter Who Died, His Baby Mama Reveals

Vybz Kartel’s baby mama Tanesha ‘Shorty’ Johnson revealed they had a daughter who died as an infant.

Vybz Kartel dancehall’s perennial hot topic is once again living up to his name following the recent release of his latest album “Of Dons and Divas.” This time the one shining the spotlight on Adidja is his common-law wife Tanesha Johnson AKA Shorty. In an interview with DJ Lava, Shorty spilled the tea on some incidents that took place between herself and the ‘Teacha.’ She also demonstrated the power she holds in the running of his affairs in the incarcerated deejay’s absence. In all the Vybz Kartel trivia, there was one piece of information that shook Vybz Kartel’s fans – the moment where Shorty revealed why the couple does not have a daughter right now.

While Vybz Kartel is the proud dad of a daughter he loves dearly, he is a father to three boys with the love of his life. It turns out they had a little princess of their own at one point, but unfortunately, she was only here for a few months. Shorty let it slip that before her youngest son was conceived, she was pregnant and did indeed give birth to a baby girl who died after only 6 months and two weeks.

Shorty openly admitted the hurt caused by the traumatic event immediately sipping her champagne glass after the recollection. It isn’t always smooth sailing in the Palmer household, however, Tanesha seems to be up to the task and keeps the ship afloat in the World Boss’ absence. She made sure to highlight this as recently, recording artiste Lisa Mercedes has heralded herself as Kartel’s new girlfriend.

Shorty let it be known that only her and her alone can go to the bank and proceeded to wield her title of Power of Attorney. “Ask Sikka Rhymes ntn cyah happen without me,” she said. She also admitted to having all the property titles in her name as well. Shorty definitely seems like a boss and even hinted at an upcoming release from her label Short Boss Muzik – a single from Shaneil Muir, a rising dancehall star.

It’s always great when women in positions of power can share their stories of adversity that many women can relate to every day, and model their triumph as an inspiration. Shorty and Vybz Kartel have been through it all, and today they’re both very successful and happy with their family. That’s what counts.

Meek Mill Loss A Lot Of Weight And Fans Are Concerned

Perhaps beefing leads to weight loss.

Meek Mill is looking even slimmer than usual these days, as fans noticed when he was pictured at Teterboro Airport. While many people will probably attest to having put on more weight than they would have liked in quarantine, it seems that Meek took the opposite route and trimmed down. Although he is looking far thinner than before, Meek doesn’t appear unhealthy, which is good news as the “Otherside of America” rapper suspected that he may have caught COVID-19 at one stage.

Back in March, Meek Mill recalled to his Twitter followers how he had been seriously ill at the end of last year. “I was extremely sick in December around christmas time with flu like symptoms,” he revealed. “Everyday I said to myself a older person cannot survive this! I lost like 15 pounds and could barely move! I never been that sick.. a doctor never told me what it was.” At the time, coronavirus was unheard of, so doctors would not even have been able to run a test for the novel respiratory virus.

I was extremely sick in December around christmas time with flu like symptoms… everyday I said to myself a older person cannot survive this! I lost like 15 pounds and could barely move! I never been that sick.. a doctor never told me what it was.

— Meek Mill (@MeekMill) March 24, 2020

It is also possible that Meek’s current weight loss may have been stress-induced. He has been involved in an ongoing beef with DJ Akademiks that doesn’t seem to be dying down, and he has also just been accused of plagiarism over two of his songs. Philadelphia record label, Dream Rich Entertainment, alleges that Meek stole copyrighted lyrics and titles for the tracks “100 Summers” and “Cold Hearted II” which he released in 2018. The company is now seeking at least $75,000 for each alleged infraction, or more than $300,000.

“Baby just let me know if Milano not feeding you,” one fan wrote while another added, “Meek are you okay homie you look mad skinny like you starving or something let’s hope he’s just workingout and dieting but this is concerning.”

Meek Mill has a lot of beef but he isn’t eating a lot of beef.

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Meek Mill ‘Green Light’ DJ Akademiks, Says AK Wants Him To Jeopardize His Freedom

Meek Mill is claiming that he put out a “green light” on DJ Akademiks as their beef intensifies.

It’s round 43 of DJ Akademiks and Tekashi 6ix9ine vs Meek Mill. DJ Akademiks has not taken lightly to Meek Mill’s attempt to cancel him on social media and has a few choice words for the “Otherside of America” rapper. Earlier this week, Meek once again made his distaste for Akademiks public by declaring that the Everyday Struggle host has done nothing for the culture and deserves to be canceled. “He also gassed a lot of beef that got people killed and hurt,” Meek wrote on Twitter.

In response, Ak retweeted the post with the comment, “You can’t cancel anyone Meek.” It may have seemed like that was the end of things, except that now Akademiks has decided to go on one of his classic tirades. “Meek, you can’t cancel anyone. Okay? Let’s be very clear. You’ve been mad at me since I posted that an EP of yours flopped!” he said in the IG clip captioned, “You’re raps biggest hypocrite.”

Meek Mill’s rant on Twitter continued into the July 4th weekend with a couple more shots at Akademiks. “Nah you online!! you just make money off the trenches … next phase is like green light,” Meek tweeted. He later accused Akademiks of making money off the culture while not supporting the culture. The Philly rapper also invoked George Floyd and Breyonna Taylor for which AK called him out for.

While the feud may have been influenced by a poor review from the journalist, Meek and Ak’s beef also has a lot to do with Ak’s good friend and Meek’s enemy, 6ix9ine. When posting his rant, Akademiks called on the Philly artist to respond to the “TROLLZ” rapper’s questioning of his character, and 6ix9ine jumped in on the virtual attack by pointing out the irony of Meek calling him a snitch for making a plea deal with the authorities, but being affiliated to Roc Nation Management which is headed by Desiree Perez who is a former police informant herself.

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@meekmill here’s my response to ur cancellation. Respond to @6ix9ine and @darealquilly questioning your CHARACTER. Before thinking bout tryna cancel someone else. You’re raps biggest hypocrite if u don’t. Until then we not hearing u #meekmandela

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Akademiks’ beef with Freddie Gibbs may have blown over, but it doesn’t seem like lightning is likely to strike twice.

You can't cancel anyone meek. https://t.co/8mAh7l6DPf

— DJ Akademiks (@Akademiks) June 30, 2020

You a dickhead lol you post about me doing something to everybody ..you want me to throw away my freedom dummy lol don’t bring breyonna Taylor or George Floyd up now it’s a problem with you clown lol it’s about you and your place in the culture! https://t.co/pWnIOsUZvM

— Meek Mill (@MeekMill) July 4, 2020

Nah you online!! you just make money off the trenches … next phase is like green light ?? https://t.co/J9js0Di4YH

— Meek Mill (@MeekMill) July 4, 2020

And now justice for breyonna Taylor and George Floyd since we got ya attention!

— Meek Mill (@MeekMill) July 4, 2020

I’m not a activist .:I’m one of the chairman of reform https://t.co/dtpINFopqa I been green lighted the system I just did it with the billionaires! Your just a bad cop who instigate and get people to crash lol you think you can post rappers and tell me to do something lol

— Meek Mill (@MeekMill) July 4, 2020

Andrea Bocelli – Sueno Lyrics

Ve, te esperaré
la flor en el jardin diseña el tiempo
lo dibujaré el dia después de tu regreso
Si estaras segura de mi amor que te lo llevas para ti,
preso entre tus manos llega hasta tu cara vuelves a pensar en mi

De qué te servira mostrarle al mundo que
No sé que vida ve
un corazón que se destruye ausente
No sé que vida ve
un corazón que nunca miente, siente
No sé

Y te esperaré
le robaré besos al tiempo

tiempo que no puede cancelar con el recuerdo aquel deseo que…
apresado entre tus manos llevas a tu cara vas pensando en mi
y te acompañara pasando la ciudad

Por mi
por mi que estoy ahora aqui
y sueño cosas cosas que no sé de ti
¿dónde estaras? ¿qué calle andaras?
en tu retorno
sueño

Y te esperaré
le robaré besos al tiempo, sueño
Un rumor el viento me despierta
y aqui estaras.

Pop Smoke – Mood Swings Lyrics (feat. Lil Tjay)

[Pop Smoke (Lil Tjay):]
(Mood swings)
Oh, you ain’t know I could sing? (Oh, oh, oh)
Hahaha (Yeah)

Shorty a lil’ baddie (She a lil’ baddie)
Shorty my lil’ boo thing (Boo thing)
And shorty got the fatty
Shorty be catching mood swings
Every time I f*ck without a rubber
I nutted on the covers
And I kept it undercover
‘Cause I don’t kiss and tell (Kiss and tell)

Every time I f*ck, she call me daddy
My lil’ mama nasty
I see the p*ssy through the panties (Whatever you want)
She taste like candy
She a queen, like Nefertiti
Uh oh, my lil’ mama sittin’ pretty
And we be shoppin’ through the city (Oh, oh)
I gave her keys to the Bentley (Woah, woah)
Get off your knees, you don’t gotta cry to me
I’m your best friend, baby, you don’t gotta lie
I’ll get you everything that you want and that you need from Chanel to Celine
It’s on you to decide
Valentino, yeah, I put you in the best
Start liftin’ up your dress, start kissin’ on your neck (Oh no, no)
Start rubbin’ on your butt, start massagin’ your breasts
I ain’t wanna give you a baby just yet, so I backed out and nutted on your breasts
I put you in an Uber (Uber) and sent you to your bed (Oh)
The very next day (Oh), you sent me a text (Oh)
You pulled up to the crib and we did it again (Oh, oh)

Shorty a lil’ baddie (She a lil’ baddie)
Shorty my lil’ boo thing (Boo thing)
And shorty got the fatty
Shorty be catching mood swings
Every time I f*ck without a rubber
I nutted on the covers
And I kept it undercover
‘Cause I don’t kiss and tell (Ooh)

[Lil Tjay (Pop Smoke):]
You know, I never found love until I looked between your eyes (Between your eyes)

First time blushin’, I ain’t even gon’ lie (Ain’t even gon’ lie)
Full round ten, leavin’ bruises on your thighs
You the only bitch could make me spin off on the guys
And the only bitch that make me wanna nut when I’m inside
It’s your vibe, leave with me you gettin’ high
Plenty bitches f*ckin’ with you even if they tried
p*ssy on tsunami, I ain’t never felt it dry
Close my eyes while I sleep, hope you be there while I wake
Honestly, I feel the vibe we have is great
And if there’s something in your mind, you can tell me
And if I told you what’s on mine, would you help me?
See the bigger picture, it’s just gon’ take time
That’s because you mine
I’ma keep you lookin’ like a dime
Ain’t no imperfections, girl, you fine
Baby, what’s your sign?
Hope you went and guessed, just slow down
(Work, work, it’s me and you) Me and you
Keep it silent, there ain’t nothin’ we can’t do
Through the storm, baby, we can make it through
Why you actin’ brand new? You know you my lil’ boo, yeah
Got up on my Birkin, it’s workin’
She said she a virgin (It’s hurtin’)
She my biggest fan, she always lurkin’
She know I’m a man, I’ma put that work in
I know she can’t stand me, I’m fancy
So I’ma bring her out when I get my Grammy
Late night sex, she can’t find her panties
Couldn’t hold it in, now she need a plan B

[Pop Smoke (Lil Tjay):]
(Shorty a lil’ baddie)
(She my lil’ boo thing)
And shorty got the fatty (Shorty got the fatty)
Shorty be catching mood swings
(Every time I f*ck without a rubber)
(I nutted on her covers)
And I kept it undercover
‘Cause I don’t kiss and tell

Pop Smoke – Snitching Lyrics (feat. Future & Quavo)

So, you got the job doing what?
Bro, I get payed to snitch now, nigga
It’s really classified, I can’t really talk about this shit, my nigga
Oh, my God
Only reason I’m tellin you this, ’cause you my boy
But don’t f*ck with me, you see what I did to Roger
You seen what I did to Roger
Forty years
He had forty years?
Forty years, bitch, you don’t wanna sign that plee
Forty years
Damn
Don’t f*ck with me
Buddah blessed this beat
Huncho

[Quavo:]
Look at my status (Status)
No, I’m not braggin’, I’m not average (Average)
My bitch want a Patek (Patek)
I bought her a whip and I told her to stop naggin’ (Skrr)
Too much jewelry, my diamonds is blastin’ (Bling)
I bought it back in (Shinin’)
The club is packed in (Packed in)
Step in your city we goin’ in (Goin’ in)
Drop the top, let’s blow the wind (Drop top)
f*ck the cops, we goin’ big
Niggas out here hate the kid, ’cause I’m runnin’ up when supposed to be dead, uh
Bitch, I’m a player (Player)
Nigga we’re trappin’, and checkin’ the mail, yeah
Look at my layers, designer my jacket, I’m handin’ out bills, yeah
These niggas dead, soon as I said it, they wanna go tell, yeah
The way that you playin’ (Ayy), niggas out here workin’ with 12

Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin, uh (Snitchin’)

They workin’, they clockin’, they watchin’
No stoppin, no options, we ballin’, we poppin’
We goin’, let’s go, get money, get mo’ for sure
I got it, and there’s plenty mo’ on the boat (Uh)
Nigga we came from the bottom
Yes, it’s time for the bosses to toast (Toast)
Me and the dog got collars
We puttin’ diamonds on top of the chokers (Ice)
f*ck nigga, come in the lane
Shit, we droppin’ him off like a floater (Float)
I ain’t gon’ mention his name
But if he do, then it’s like that and it’s over (Snitch)

Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)

[Pop Smoke:]
Said I pull up in Amiri, got ninas attached
Walk in the buildin’, I shake up the room
f*ck on your lady, no feelings attached

Don’t talk out your mouth ’cause she holdin’ the room
Yeah, yeah, walk in (Walk in), then walk up out it
There’s never a day I don’t walk without it (Ssh)
Shoot a nigga, never talk about it
‘Cause these niggas be rats, yeah (Rats)
I had to shoot it in class (Class)
I had the ninas attached
f*ck and run, see I had the bitch badge (Woo)
If Quavo told me get him, then I’ma do the dash (I’ma do the dash)
Yeah, dash (Dash), I take off like a rocket (Yeah)

[Quavo:]
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)

[Future:]
Bobby Brown, Bobby Brown
Pick a town, I get down
Chrome hearts, chrome hearts
Bitches love my style
Look at how my wrist glow, huh
Two-fifty just for the watch, uh
Posted on the block, I was servin’ for dollar
I caught a wave, it’s amazing, Margiela
Audemar, water, Beretta, vendetta
Tell a McCartney, you came with the bezel
Takin’ off just like a rocket and got racks in my pocket
I’m havin’ my way with these hoes
Shawty in love with my diamonds
She love how they twinkle
She love how they glisten, they glow
Pour up a four like I’m young Tony Stoke
One in the head, 99 more to go
Went in a winner, pull up like a GOAT
Trippin’ and spillin’, now that shit on the floor
Came from the gutter, that’s word from the bro
I’m Evel Knievel, these niggas some divas
I’m really havin’ more hits than The Beatles
I was out trappin’ with keys like Alicia
I be finessin’ my plug, got it cheaper
Bought some new killers, I bought some new choppers
Hey
I’m on the block with the Devil, I hang with the robbers
Any hood we go, they treat me like God, huh
Switch up the flow for the visual
Just so you know that I’m spiritual
All of my money identical
Bluefaces, bluefaces keep me one hundred
They on the woo shit
Niggas gon’ shoot your shit
You ain’t no woo, nigga
You ain’t gon’ do shit

[Quavo:]
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)

Pop Smoke – Got It On Me Lyrics

Look

Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death ‘pon me
Yeah, I don’t cry no mo’
I don’t look to the sky no mo’
‘Cause I got it on me
I got it on me (Talk that shit)
I got it on me
You can run up if you want (f*ck is you talking ’bout?)

Look
It’s Pop Smoke, niggas know me
Keep two fours like I’m Kobe
Is you ridin’ or you hidin’?
If you slidin’, then you owe me (Owe me)
Run up, catch cold feet
Niggas act tough then call police
I don’t make friends, yeah, I make bands
Want some Ray-Bans ’cause I’m a OG
This AR be my trophy
Shoot first, nigga, shoot back
09, niggas woo back
Nigga automatic when the woo clap
Shoot first, nigga, shoot back
09, niggas woo back
Nigga automatic when the woo clap
(Automatic when the woo clap)

Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on many men

Many, many, many, many men
Wish death ‘pon me
Yeah, I don’t cry no mo’
I don’t look to the sky no mo’
‘Cause I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
You can run up if you want

Fifty shots up in this Glock, I won’t let up
XD, niggas totin’ Berettas
Shoot first and do yourself a favor
Report like I’m Craig Sager
Back out, niggas ain’t with the bluffin’
Dread Woo, a nigga shoot you for nothin’
Ten toes on your block like I’m drummin’
SK’ll have a blicky runnin’ (It’s Pop Smoke)
It’s that nigga from the Floss, your bitch right back
And I don’t politic ’cause niggas ain’t like that
I drop a slip or two and get a light pack
And I don’t care if you losin’, still fight back

Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death ‘pon me
Yeah, I don’t cry no mo’
I don’t look to the sky no mo’
‘Cause I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
You can run up if you want

Mercy on me

Leagues – Pass My Way Lyrics

If I saw you on the street
Would you try to look at me with strangers eyes
And all the secrets that you’ve told
I kept them hid and held them close
Would come alive

And what was sleeping springs awake
Summer sun would shine its way into the night
And nothing more than seeing you
And seeing you and nothing more
Is all it takes
Still feels so right

What would I do
What would I say
What would I do if you ever passed my way
What would I do
What would I say
What would I do if you ever passed my way

When the day is at its end
When all my thoughts begin to bend

There way to you
No matter what I try to do
Shake it loose or shake it free
It’s of no use

What would I do
What would I say
What would I do if you ever passed my way
What would I do
What would I say
What would I do if you ever passed my way

It’s just a matter of
It’s just a matter of
It’s just a matter of time
It’s still inside of our
It’s still inside of our
It’s all inside of our heart

What would I do
What would I say
What would I do if you ever passed my way
What would I do
What would I say
What would I do if you ever passed my way

Pop Smoke – For The Night Lyrics (feat. Dababy & Lil Baby)

[Pop Smoke:]
CashMoneyAP
Get ’em, get ’em, get ’em, oh
Oh (I’m tryna f*ckin’ get ’em), oh (I’m tryna f*ckin’ get ’em)
Oh, oh (Get ’em), oh
Oh (Gettin’ big on this), oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
What do you want? Won’t tell you twice, yeah
I’m a thief in the night (Thief in the night), oh

I did some wrong (Oh, oh), but I’m always right (Oh, oh)
Said I know how to shoot (Oh, oh) and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won’t tell you twice
I’m real discreet, like a thief in the night (Look)

If I call you bae, you bae for the day
Or a bae for the night, you not my wife
She want a killer to f*ck all night
I wanna f*ck on a thot, gimme head all night
AP, big rocks, in the hood with the ‘rillas
Five K on the dinner, bring three hundred thou’ to the dealer

I did some wrong (Oh, oh), but I’m always right (Oh, oh)
Said I know how to shoot (Oh, oh) and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won’t tell you twice
I’m real discreet, like a thief in the night (Baby)

[Lil Baby:]
I’m rich but I’m ridin’, I’m low on exotic, I’m ’bout to fly out and go get me some
Nothin’ ain’t seen, all this money on me, hunnid racks in the bag, that’s honey bun
Baby OG, I been runnin’ these streets, got the game from Lashawn, I’m my mama’s son
Learned ’bout the triple cross when I was young and I know I ain’t goin’ so I keep a gun
I flew to Paris just to buy some Dior
She beggin’ for attention, I don’t see her
See, I peeped Pop out, wish that you could see us

Me and Cash plus whenever I go re-up
I got some niggas in the street, won’t beat me
I got the industry tryna be me
I just go Ray Charles, they can’t see me
I’m in a Rolls-Royce with a RiRi

[Pop Smoke:]
I did some wrong (Oh, oh), but I’m always right (Oh, oh)
Said I know how to shoot (Oh, oh) and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won’t tell you twice
I’m real discreet, like a thief in the night (Yeah)

[DaBaby:]
Like a thief in the night (Thief)
I pull up, give her D for the night (Uh-huh)
Tryna f*ck in the V, it’s aight (Let’s f*ck)
We can’t f*ck up my seats ’cause they white (That’s my seats, watch my motherf*ckin’ seats)
I’m livin’ like "Thriller", I only come out at the night time
She don’t f*ck with liquor, don’t like bein’ tipsy
She don’t do the Henny, just white wine (What she do?)
Pop the cork on some new Pinot Grigio (Yeah)
I pull up in the Porsche wit’ a freaky ho (Zoom)
Park the Porsche and pull up in a Lambo (Hmph)
I hop out, Major Payne, rockin’ camo (Yessir)
Think she cute, make her f*ck, watch her man go (She cute)
Like to shoot, light you up, bitch, I’m Rambo
Cuban link full of rocks, it’s a choker (Oh)
Rest in peace to the Pop, make me smoke ya

[Pop Smoke:]
I did some wrong (Oh, oh), but I’m always right (Oh, oh)
Said I know how to shoot (Oh, oh) and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won’t tell you twice
I’m real discreet, like a thief in the night

Lil’ Kim – Off The Wall Lyrics

[Lil’ Cease]
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it!

[Puffy] (Kim)
Queen Bee, Bad Boy baby
(Uh, uh, uh)
Let’s go!

[Lil’ Kim]
Ah! Ready or not here I come
I’m a Bentley y’all something like a Hyundai
Win more skins than a crack without dunja
Tasty like a sundae (Take that!)
(Mmm-da-da)
Eat it like a Kit Kat
Forge a climax, replay back
Lil’ Kim records hit the streets
DJ’s wanna spend that back like
Me and Lil’ Cease is the real tag-team
While most of y’all broads is just drag queens
It’s gonna take years before you match our cream
And only in your dreams can you see what we see

[Lil’ Cease]
Now lend me your ear, listen closely
I wear these jewels like a rosary
This is how the rap game is supposed to be
One king, one queen things supposed to be

Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it!

[Lil’ Kim]
Niggas lean left
Bitches lean right
Come on, you gotta ride ’em baby
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do

It’s the years 2G, things about to change
Trade in that Range, get a motherf*ckin’ plane
Your girl is lame, huh what?
Want a bitch like me what, huh?
If it’s diamonds you want
Baby I got ’em
Money in a briefcase
Who needs a wallet?
Be a pigeon nigga you sound retarded
I’m the girl with more cream than St. Patrick’s Day
A house by the bay so what do you say?
Me and you, nigga like running Roulette
The game is strip poker, is you ready to play?
Make it last all night and I’m ready to stay
Put your money and your jewels up one at time
And if you lose this game all this shit is mine
What you got?

Full house, triple ace and two kings
Royal flush beats ten jack, here give me
I win give it up!

[Lil’ Cease]
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it!

[Lil’ Kim (Puffy)]
Niggas lean left
Bitches lean right
Come on, you gotta ride ’em baby
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do

When it comes to status call me Dr. Ruth
I ain’t a prostitute I just speak the truth
Dicks I like ’em fat like a pickle
Hard like nickel, juicy like a Popsicle
Niggas mention me for a sexual reference
Lil Kim’s everybody’s sexual preference
A bitch like me gives it on the first date
Why hesitate? I ain’t got time to wait!
Cause uh y’all know how I get down
(How you get down?)
Niggas from the East know how I get down
(That’s right!)
Cats from the West know how I get down
(West Side!)
From the North to South say can you get down!

[Lil’ Cease]
Now lend me your ear, listen closely
I wear these jewels like a rosary
This is how the rap game is supposed to be
One king, one queen things supposed to be

Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it!

[Lil’ Kim]
Niggas lean left
Bitches lean right
Come on, you gotta ride ’em baby
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do

[Puff Daddy]
Queen Bee, 2000
Get your backs up off the wall
Dance come on
Dance come on yeah
Dance come on
Notorious K.I.M.
J.M. come on
B.I.G. come on forever come on
(Just dance) Come on
(Just dance) Come on
(Just dance) I see you come on yeah
Come on

Pop Smoke – Gangstas Lyrics

Them niggas gotta hear what the f*ck I’m talkin’ ’bout (Woo, woo)
(I be in New York)
Feel me, Lil’ Z? (I be in New York with the gangsters)
On your set with some real shit, nigga (Gangsters)
(Swerve)
I don’t want none of that extra loud shit
This ain’t none of that rainbow hair shit
Know what I’m sayin’? (I be in New York with the gangsters)
This the real streets shit, yeah, nigga
(I be in New York with the gangsters)
f*ckin’ voice of the streets, man
It’s like Jesus walkin’ (Oozin’ automatics)
More like Christopher Walking, eh? (I be with the straights and the apes)
Y’all know what’s up (Talkin’ stone to stone)
(Runnin’ backs, we don’t wanna hear nothin’ ’bout it)
Free all my niggas, free all the streets

I be in New York with the gangsters
Know a nigga that’ll shoot you for a tandem (Grrt)
If my opps chillin’ in the foreign (Bah)
Then my niggas shootin’ up the Phantom (Bah, bah, bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a nigga that’ll shoot you for a tandem (Bah)
If my opps chillin’ in the foreign (You lackin’ ass niggas)
Then my niggas shootin’ up the Phantom (Grrt)

.44 got a kickback (Bah)
Click-clack, get back (Bah)
Shots at your rib pack (Grrrt)
Or you can get chin checked (Woo)
Them trollin’ niggas actin’ up (Actin’ up)

So niggas packed him up (Pack him up)
Brazy was actin’ tough
‘Til niggas slapped him up (p*ssy)
Pop Smoke on top (Haha)
Niggas mad as f*ck (Mad)
Six by six, big Benz on my wrist (Grrt)
If you don’t got your nails done, you are not it (Woo)
Automatically on the blocked list (Blocked, bitch)
Niggas talkin’ ’bout they guns (Guns), but never shot shit (Cap)
Might as well put a cap on it, all over with a chopstick (p*ssy)
Run up and I’m brandin’ them, take a nigga shoppin’ (Bitch)
Reach and I’m branchin’ it ’cause I don’t know who watchin’ (I’m on point)
It’s a Ginger Ale and Henny day, eased up on the crème brûlée (Hahaha)
38’s on the block (Block), a nigga won’t hesitate (Bah)
Had to move these bitches up (Move up) ’cause they was in the way
I wouldn’t want them to get shot by an enemy

I be in New York with the gangsters (And what’s up?)
Know a nigga that’ll shoot you for a tandem (Tandem, grrt)
If my opps chillin’ in the foreign (Bah)
Then my niggas shootin’ up the Phantom (Bah, bah, bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a nigga that’ll shoot you for a tandem (Bah)
If my opps is chillin’ in the foreign (You lackin’ ass niggas)
Then my niggas shootin’ up the Phantom (Grrt)

Rema – Woman Lyrics

Another banger

I’m in love with plenty women
I no mind marry all of them
E no matter the shape or color
I go make sure say I must collect
I get one wey be my sponsor
I get one wey dey call me honey
One wey dey do me witchy-witchy
She dey do like Patience Ozokwor

Wole ka lo
Get in my room make you la tan
Body dey move like a python
Love wey dey give me iron
Wole ka lo
After the room to the parlour
Bend make you pose for my cannon
Love wey dey boost my iron

I too like woman
I too like woman
Me I no dey gboran
Me I no dey gboran
I too like woman
I too like woman
Me I no dey gboran
Me I no dey gbo-

Sa koloweko eh (Oweko)
Sa koloweko eh (Oweko)
Ikebe wamé jar (Jar one, jar two, jar three)
Sa koloweko eh (Oweko)
Sa koloweko eh (Oweko)
Ikebe wamé jar (Jar one, jar two, jar three)

Too many girls in my DM
Uganda to London to Benin
I pray make I no go reply them
Never to be an olobe Oo
Lobe Oo
Kpakoro back to the matter Oo
Since I dey look all your picture Oo
Girl you go finish my data Oo (Asampeteprokotomakule)

Hmm I dey see girls for my explore
Dem many wey me I adore
If they no do no be by force
Plenty wey dey wey go concur
Dey wey go concur
Enter the room gimme your phone
Make dem no go see me for blog

Wole ka lo
Get in my room make you la tan
Body dey move like a python
Love wey dey give me iron
Wole ka lo
After the room to the parlour
Bend make you pose for my cannon
Love wey dey boost my iron

I too like woman
I too like woman
Me I no dey gboran
Me I no dey gboran
I too like woman
I too like woman
Me I no dey gboran
Me I no dey gboran

I too like woman
I too like woman
Me I no dey gboran
Me I no dey gboran
I too like woman
I too like woman
Me I no dey gboran
Me I no dey gboran

Sa koloweko eh (Oweko)
Sa koloweko eh (Oweko)
Ikebe wamé jar (Jar one, jar two, jar three)
Sa koloweko eh (Oweko)
Sa koloweko eh (Oweko)
Ikebe wamé jar (Jar one, jar two, jar three)

You see, as a man
I just want to relax and be taken care of
Is it too much to ask?

I too like woman
Woman

Nef The Pharaoh – Mac Of The Year Lyrics

Yeah
Nigga, I’m the motherf*ckin’ mac of the motherf*ckin’ year of the motherf*ckin’ motherf*ckin’ year, motherf*ckin’ year, nigga

I’m a mac, M-A-C and your bitch know it
She can’t relax, nigga the bag and all he did was grow it
Ain’t shit like this rap and this trap money
Either way, I’ma get paid, that’s why I act funny
I’ll be dead off the mud ’til she tap my pockets
I woke up out my sleep and took off like rockets
That’s your big brother bag, that is not your wallet (Cap)
My youngest son just turned one, I could put him through college (Facts)
I bought the Benz off the lot with the low mileage (Facts)
All cash, no L’s, f*ck a co-signer (Facts)
Somebody tell these motherf*ckers, I’m the big timer (Shit)
I’m the reason why these niggas think they big timing
My bitch bring me blues, your bitch bring you problems
You be on that hoe back like a dirty condom (Ha)
I never trip on a bitch I’m a real mobster
I crack a nigga on the field like I’m Shaq Thompson (Mobster)
You ain’t get the mud from the doc? I do not want it
All my enemies is dead, I don’t got opponents
I drop a bag on your head and watch somebody blow it (Boom)
Yeah, my Perc’ just kicked in, that bitch got me goin’
Quarterback with the pack, gold tee, I throw it (Go long)
We ain’t never shut down, my trap always rolling (Bitch)
I shopped so much at Barney’s, they went extinct

Flyest niggas on two feet, it’s Chang and SB
Passed up on your bitch, she was tryna molest me
I rock ice and keep a stick like I’m Wayne Gretzky
When I first met the ho, "Can I get the check please?"
Sike, I’m really not that nice, you shoulda went and got a geek
I’m the nigga in my hood, I should have my own street
I send your nigga to the store for some chips and a drink
And he better come back with my change and a receipt
Tellin’ Nef he never ran outta gas, they on E
f*ck your grandma that’s sick and your partner that’s deceased (f*ck that nigga)
His headstone a Porta Potti, we gon’ piss where he sleep
I was rich before Roddy and I still keep a gleek
Got so much game, the blind bitch wanna see
Like an inmate, fresh out the hoe, I got mail now (Money)
If you don’t see them niggas with me then we fell out
She love when I hop in the booth and go beast
I know the real shooter gang, your friends the police
You be giving them statements, and me? I don’t speak
If she ride with the chain, the ho finna work her cleats
I bought a little twenty ounce just so I could drop a three
Beat the p*ssy up for hours, I got stamina for weeks
Feelin’ like I’m Austin Powers on this groovy ass beat (Groovy baby)
I can make a square one lady into a freak
I’ma independent P, f*ck this rap industry
The ho told me she ran away ’cause you weak

Idris Elba – One Fine Day Lyrics (feat. Tigga Da Author)

[Intro]
What a day
What a long, long day
What a day
What a long, long day

[Verse 1]
I wake up in the early morning, sun is in my eyes
Feelin’ like a champion, I’m never losin’ a fight
I was runnin’ wild and chasin’ down all the tings I did not need
Did a smile, you bring it out, this life got the mandem sweet

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh my God, I am blessed
And you know it’s my time
Oh my days, no more stress
And I’m gonna get my shine
Runnin’ round, I’ve been runnin’ round
I’ve been fearless on that road
It’s been up and down, been up and down
I’m here to let you know

[Chorus]
And on that one fine day
We will take it there
And on that one fine day (And on that one fine day)
We will make it there (What a long, long day)

[Verse 2]
One fine day and we’ll get that, get that
No one can stop me, man, I can’t let that, let that
No one can take these dreams from my net back, no
The day it will come, it will come (Will come)
And I ain’t leavin’ ’til I get that (No way)
My mama told me I’m the one (I’m the one)
And I ain’t leavin’ ’til I be that

[Pre-Chorus]
I said, oh my God, I am blessed
And you know it’s my time
Oh my days, no more stress
And I’m gonna get my shine
Runnin’ round, I’ve been runnin’ round
I’ve been fearless on that road
It’s been up and down, been up and down
I’m here to let you know

[Chorus]
And on that one fine day (And on that one fine day)
We will take it there (We will take it there)
And on that one fine day (And on that one fine day)
We will make it there (We will make it there)
And on that one fine day (What a day)
We will take it there (What a long, long day)
And on that one fine day (What a day)
We will make it there (What a long, long day)

[Outro]
And on that one fine day
We will make it there (Ooh, yeah)
We’ll be there, yeah
What a day
What a long, long day
What a day (Lets go, lets go)
What a long, long day
(Yeah, yeah)
On that one fine day we will be there (Oh, yeah)
On that one fine day we will be there
On that one fine day we will be there (Oh, no)
On that one fine day we will be there (Oh, no)
On that one fine day we will be there

Cian Ducrot – Hurt So Bad Lyrics

It’s harder alone when she feels this way
To hearts is no home she’s so afraid
And she knows it was hard for him to stay in when he feels this pain
But she really needs someone to hold her
A part of her life was just ripped away

She feels empty always but she knows she can hold it
Had her beautiful eyes so full only she can know it
And she said

Who knew that it could hurt this bad
Losing something that she never knew you had
The heart beats like yours in my head
But who knew that it could hurt this bad
Who knew that it could feel this way
There’s a lot of what-ifs and empty space
And don’t ever know their face
But who knew that it could feel this way

It’s harder to explain if she’s feeling
This grieve, pain, no sometimes even
Was the blue eyes like hers a golden brown like his
She never felt like this

She feels empty always but she knows she can hold it
Had her beautiful eyes so full only she can know it
And she said

Who knew that it could hurt this bad
Losing something that she never knew you had
The heart beats like yours in my head

But who knew that it could hurt this bad
Who knew that it could feel this way
There’s a lot of what-ifs and empty space
And don’t ever know their face
But who knew that it could feel this way

Put your hand in mine
Cover up my eyes
You got a smile like mine
You’ll always be by my side
My life, all my life
You got a smile like mine

Put your hand in mine
Cover up my eyes
You got a smile like mine
You’ll always be by my side
My life, all my life
You got a smile like mine

Put your hand in mine
Cover up my eyes
You got a smile like mine
You’ll always be by my side
My life, all my life
You got a smile like mine

Who knew that it could hurt this bad (hurt this bad)
Losing something that she never knew you had (never knew you had)
The heart beats like yours in my head (in my head)
But who knew that it could hurt this bad (oh…)
Who knew that it could feel this way (feel this way)
There’s a lot of what-ifs and empty space (space)
And don’t every know their face
But who knew that it could feel this way

Aime Simone – Strange Inside Lyrics

Tell me a lie to adore
As subtle as
I won’t know anymore
Ailment
Say it now
Imagine days of future

I can live a life inside
If only our love’s allowed
No demons unknown
Aware of what I hide
No I don’t mind alone
But I do feel strange inside

It’s getting in my head
Down in heaven lit
My heart is
Riot and spirit
And I can’t hold no
Secret devil

Give me a high to adore
As sweet as
I’ve ever known before
Ailment
Play it now
Imagine days of future

I can live a life inside
If only our love’s allowed

No demons unknown
Aware of what I hide
No I don’t mind alone
But I do feel strange inside

Yeah leave it in the past
Hold on and see
All the signs in the dark
Slow down
Put it out and stay
The dawn
New life
Anywhere I find

Oh
It’s getting in my head
Down in heaven lit
My heart is
Riot and spirit
And I can’t hold no
Secret devil

Whoa
It’s getting in my head
Down in heaven lit
My heart is

Riot and spirit
And I can’t hold no
Secret devil

Westside Gunn – Michael Irvin Lyrics

Conductor
Ayo

Ayo, everybody think they fly now, but ain’t nobody flyer (Ah)
You ever cooked a half a brick in the air fryer? (Ah)
Shootin’ out the Lambo truck ’til I was tired (Brr, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Cases everywhere, burned a hole in the tire
Made his whole face lock up, my shit fire (Ah)
Forties in the buffs, but today, I wore the wires (But today, I wore the wires)
Don’t talk too loud, lord, he got the wire (He got the wire)
China flea market aprons on, baggin’ China (Ah)
Niggas got the Mike Tyson bags here to spite us
Call a [?] in, I need two niggas snipin’
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
FLYGOD, everybody wanna be like him
Back of the back, but I still like to drive it (Skrrt)
Nothin’ hurt worse than ChineGun dyin’
Nightmares my whole bid, I’m at the showers with the knifers (Ah)
P Murda ’bout two cells down, he real righteous
Respected by the one-to-one niggas to the lifers (Ah)
We got niggas wearin’ shitbags and the diapers

Stomach full of staples, on the f*ck nigga diet
Knee on a neck, now everybody riot (f*ck the police)
The bin killin’ niggas, do the math, peep the science (Do the science)
You want my autograph, kiss the hand, I’m your highness (I’m your highness)
Taste the work, better turn to, I’m a psychic (Ah)
My niggas shoot your whole block down for excitement (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
FLYGOD, the one who made thunder and lightning (Uh)
Who made water wet, I need Sly out confinement
My coke positive, you drop yours, the shit minus
Woke up, middle of the night, my celly cryin’
Nigga got a L, he realized he gon’ die there

Dallas Cowboy Michael Irvin was indicted on two counts of drug possession Monday
He faces up to twenty years in prison if convicted
This stems from a March 4th incident in which police found Irvin
Former teammate Alfredo Roberts, and two female companions in an Irving
Texas motel room along with substantial amounts of marijuana and cocaine