ISIS militants impersonate themselves while delivering groceries in Iraq

Photo: Directorate 4.

In Iraq, during the CTO in the province of Ninewa, the military liquidated three militants of the “Islamic State” (organization, banned in Russia).

Their accomplice, who supplied them with food, helped to get on the trail of the terrorists. He gave away the location of the hideout during interrogation. This was reported by Directorate 4.

During a search at the site of the clash, the security forces found weapons, IEDs and communications equipment.

In the province of Anbar, Iraqi Air Force planes destroyed the shelter of IS militants.

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In Karachay-Cherkessia, an ISIS supporter who planned a terrorist attack was detained

The FSB believes that the man planned to commit a terrorist attack at one of the facilities of the authorities and law enforcement “on the instructions of a foreign emissary of the logistics.” Components for making an explosive device were confiscated from him

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A supporter of the international terrorist organization “Islamic State” banned in Russia was detained in Karachay-Cherkessia (IG), who planned a terrorist attack at the facility of authorities and law enforcement, reports the Center for Public Relations (CSP) of the FSB of Russia.

According to the intelligence service, the man was planning a terrorist attack on one of the objects of the authorities and law enforcement “at the direction of a foreign emissary of the logistics”, however, while preparing the crime, he was detained in Karachaevsk.

The FSB also showed footage of the detention and search at the place of residence men. Components for the manufacture of an improvised explosive device and other materials exposing his criminal intentions were confiscated from him.

Investigators opened a criminal case under articles on preparation for a terrorist attack and participation in the activities of a terrorist organization . According to TASS, the detainee confessed to preparing a terrorist attack, he was arrested.

On April 13, the FSB announced the arrest of an IS supporter who was preparing a terrorist attack at a railway station in the Stavropol Territory. The suspect was detained when he was preparing to commit a crime, according to the FSB. Explosives and subversive elements that he bought to make an explosive device were confiscated from him.

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Sybyr – Hahaha Lyrics

[Chorus]
Don’t ever say you love me, you gon’ get that face smacked
Don’t ever say you miss me after pullin’ shit like that
I barely get my sleep don’t be surprised if I’ma spaz
My rage in different places, they could glow across a map
Don’t ever say you love me, you gon’ get that face smacked
Don’t ever say you miss me after pullin’ shit like that
I barely get my sleep, don’t be surprised if I’ma spaz
My rage in different places, they could glow across a map, yeah

[Verse]
If you come my way then I’ll make sure you don’t get back
Yak, I feel like I’m ISIS, I could give these bitches scabs
Right, nut all in her throat, then I dip, f**k a talk
Nah, I don’t talk no more, I do my shit then get to walkin’
Oh, f**k you thought it was?
Bitch, I oughta crush ya lungs
Oughta take ya goddamn funds
Oughta take ya f**kin’ buns
Ayy, dirty f**kin’ needle
f**k me over only once
Ayy, don’t get too surprised, it’s not like I got me a gun
Ayy, smash ya f**kin’ head in all these corners of the room
Ayy, f**k a damn consent, fight it off, it seem more fun
Right, only one life
When I’m done I knock ya lights
Right, while it’s daylight
Meeting with me won’t be that bright
“Damn shawty bad,” nigga they all look the same
Ayy, Saddest f**kin’ part is most these bitches super lame
They only good for neck and only f**kin’ when you fame (Fame)
f**k a damn relation, if I’m in one, she won’t end the same

[Chorus]
Don’t ever say you love me, you gon’ get that face smacked
Don’t ever say you miss me after pullin’ shit like that
I barely get my sleep, don’t be surprised if I’ma spaz
My rage in different, places they could glow across a map
Don’t ever say you love me, you gon’ get that face smacked
Don’t ever say you miss me after pullin’ shit like that
I barely get my sleep, don’t be surprised if I’ma spaz
My rage in different places they, could glow across a map

Go Yayo – Lick Talk Lyrics

[Chorus]
Brick walk, brick walk yeah
Watch me brick walk, watch me brick walk yeah
I talk lick talk yeah, I got big guap yeah
Knock your bitch out, yeah, knock your bitch out, yeah
Brick walk, brick walk yeah
Brick walk, brick walk yeah
I talk lick, I talk brick yeah
We talk stick, if it’s beef then we lay hits, gang

[Verse 1]
Even if I wasn’t rappin’ I would still be livin’ icy
Hoodfame gang, we strapped like ISIS
And we keep that dope low prices
Way before this rappin’ I was slidin’, ridin’, foreign drivin’
Stopped that on the other side with rockets
f**kin’ bitches from the projects
I ain’t have no other option, I had to get me some racks
I had to get me a sack, I was sixteen sellin’ Act
Karo the pint, he came back
[?] the pump with a gleezy
I had to go get it, f**k that weed bitch I’m selling black
Bitch I’m sellin’ facts
I really do the shit I rap on my tracks
I’m a walking lick, every time I spit a f**kin’ brick
Hoodfame gang the shit, we legit, nigga play, get split
Versace head to toe, I think I spent four thousand on a fit
Moonboot, Versace too, I spent four thousand on my kicks

[Chorus]
Brick walk, brick walk yeah
Watch me brick walk, watch me brick walk yeah
I talk lick talk yeah, I got big guap yeah
Knock your bitch out, yeah, knock your bitch out, yeah
Brick walk, brick walk yeah
Brick walk, brick walk yeah
I talk lick, I talk brick yeah
We talk stick, if it’s beef then we lay hits, gang

[Verse 2]
Ayy I’m walkin’ on a zip of crack
My neck look like a brick of tall
I don’t want that bitch lil nigga
That ho ain’t even up to par
I been servin’ pints of lean when Beano ‘nem was sippin’ raw
I was servin’ in and out of cars, trappin’ black and hard
Hoodfame gang, we creepers, I’m the reaper
Got good dope in the Seagull
Niggas got you duckin’ beeper, I’m just tryna duck the people
Pushin’ that rock, Beanie Seagel
I get them birds, let ’em fly like an eagle
Good dope, came straight from the A
Go Yayo, I’m ballin’ like Brady, gang, gang
Yeah, yeah, ayy, bitch I ball hard like a patriot
As long as they make it we takin’ it
I know these f**k niggas hatin’ it
Twenty-seventeen truck, it’s a Bentley
Fiber tint sittin’, never know when I’m in it
As long as they print it my niggas gon’ get it
I want them hundreds, no twenties, no fifties

[Chorus]
Brick walk, brick walk yeah
Watch me brick walk, watch me brick walk yeah
I talk lick talk yeah, I got big guap yeah
Knock your bitch out, yeah, knock your bitch out, yeah
Brick walk, brick walk yeah
Brick walk, brick walk yeah
I talk lick, I talk brick yeah
We talk stick, if it’s beef then we lay hits, gang

Drakeo The Ruler – Hood Trophy Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I like this type of shit, perkies no Vicodins
Gone out my mind again
Bambino out flockin’ in the coupe, he like the ISIS head
Mister don’t blind me, serve sorry but I’m kind of slurring, The Ruler
I do this often
Don’t sneak diss me nigga, you’ll be married to a coffin
Came from Bally Total Fitness, you would think I went jogging
I’m all about my offer, man these niggas just jawsing

[Chorus]
A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N’s (hood trophies)
We got Act (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. f**kin’ Mosley, that’s a fact, niggas know me
A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N’s (hood trophies)
We got Act (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. f**kin’ Mosley, that’s a fact, niggas know me

[Verse 2]
Yes indeed these niggas know me, Mr. f**kin’ Mosley
Watch how you approach and we ain’t finna beef on social
The media won’t know if you gon’ breathe again, the demon’s head
Walkin’ with the Neimans bag, that’s where I keep my secrets at
It’s hotter than hell’s kitchen, Longstocking when I’m whippin’
I got kamikaze visions, on the block where it’s relentless
These niggas choosin’ when they picking, I refuse to be that nigga
Double cup, sippin’ mud, dodging school and detention
Stinc Team, got my whiskers, in the public I’m a figure
Budweiser, got the brewski, I’ma shoot it ’til it’s empty
Broke bitches I won’t pity, Bin Laden, I need plenty
They all big banc uchies a nigga gettin’

[Chorus]
A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N’s (hood trophies)
We got Act (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. f**kin’ Mosley, that’s a fact, niggas know me
A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N’s (hood trophies)
We got Act (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. f**kin’ Mosley, that’s a fact, niggas know me

[Outro]
See it’s like, we sippin’ mud and all that. This a hood trophy, we got Act and all that. You already know I done did that, I done had the coupe, steal your coupes, all that. it’s crazy, hood trophy. Bust down Rollie, that’s for sure a hood trophy. All that nigga, ten chains on me like my neck hurt like boy I hope my jewelry is a pound type shit, like, you know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?
F&N’s, and Dracos and all that, before niggas even knew what Dracos was, before these niggas was screaming my name in all they raps and all that. But I’m free, yeah. Tell these niggas stop sneak dissing me. We not with the social media shit, what I say is a catalogue of caskets, pick and choose. Dead

Drakeo The Ruler – Take It How U Want Lyrics

[Verse]
I’m a nightmare, don’t fight fair, but we ain’t come for that
Look my face is covered in blues, what’s that, a hundred stacks?
Lightning, brightening, frightening, my wrist a thundercat
Bop me, top me, slop me, can I come home to that?
Poured a five, I’m gone, let Mister Mosely rap
Grimy, shiesty, sniper, he went culdesacs
Margiela, Maison sweater, can’t get two old for that
Get crucified, the Ruler, know where my throne is at
Own me, owe me, clone me, but you can’t do this here
In V’s with Bathing Ape, ’cause I ain’t new to this
Big banc uchie for sure, this ain’t a crucifix
Ugh, she show mud, they know just who it is
I am Mister Mosely, got niggas shootin’ kids
I really don’t condone it, my life of Judases
Snakey, snakey, snakey, send fire through the pits
My hitman treacherous, Bino, he known for shootin’ kids
ISIS, crisis, for a hundred I could call him in
He crazy, sprayin’ me ‘fore he even get to say I’m in
Never say never but I ain’t never tryna see the pen
Fix your face, you mad but I just came to win
Could never build a label when niggas is showin’ favoritism
And watch your mouth or what’s gon’ happen, you know just what it is
Stinky stinky chinky, homewrecker to the kids
Drakeo calm down for what? shit these niggas vicious
Say it to my face, these niggas be sneak dissin’
Maison Margielas the same as my Beretta
Grab a shoe and wear it, these niggas be Cinderellas
Made it thunderstorm, blew your umbrellas, who do it better?
Sheesh, tell these niggas shut they f**kin’ mouths
The grinch just stole Christmas, Easter, and another pouch
What you want? I body bag opponents
Niggas got that crooked face bitch but Drakeo put you on it

[Outro]
Mister Mosely, damn take it how you want it, bitch
Ten chains on bitch, my neck hurt, shit, ugh
It’s regular

The Gregory Brothers – Those Balls Are Perfect Lyrics

Play this song

To me, those balls are perfect
I can only speak for myself
I don’t want anyone touchin’ the balls
Rubbin’ the balls
To me, those balls are perfect

Some guys like ’em round and some guys like ’em thin
Some guys like old balls, new balls, they’re all different
So you gotta feel ’em and you gotta squeeze ’em
To me, those balls are all perfect

I choose the balls that I want
You know, I grip it, I grab it, I feel the lace, I feel the leather
I wouldn’t want anyone touchin’ the balls
Um, I would zip those things up and lock ’em away

Some days one ball may feel good
The next day, it may not
I want to be very familiar with the equipment that I’m using
This isn’t ISIS
No one’s dying, but this is a very important thing

Because to me, those balls are perfect
I can only speak for myself
I don’t want anyone touchin’ the balls
Rubbin’ the balls
To me, those balls are perfect

Some guys like ’em round and some guys like ’em thin
Some guys like old balls, new balls, they’re all different
So you gotta feel ’em and you gotta squeeze ’em
To me, those balls are all perfect

You gotta feel ’em (You gotta feel ’em)
And you gotta squeeze ’em (You gotta squeeze ’em)
To me, those balls are all perfect
You gotta feel ’em (You gotta feel ’em)
And you gotta squeeze ’em (You gotta squeeze ’em)
To me, those balls are all perfect

You know, I grip it, I grab it
I grab it, I grip it
To me, those balls are all perfect
Zip those things up
Zip those up and lock ’em away
To me, those balls are all perfect

A-Trak & Falcons – Ride For Me (feat. Young Thug & 24hrs)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, woo!
Oh, oh, oh, oh
A-Trak, woo!
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Thugger, woo!
Baby, woo, woo, uh

[Chorus: Young Thug & 24hrs]
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ride)
Tell me you gon’ die for me (you gon’ die)
Tell me you gon’ die by what you live for (live for)
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (tell me you gon’ ride for me, ride)
Tell me you gon’ fire on a bitch, baby
These niggas fake like a display, nigga (yeah)
Catch a murder case, then skip states with him
Bet, bet, nigga leakin’ on his sheets (pow, pow)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
That’s the shit I get when I get (when I get that)
Buy a bag and smoke it like a zip (like a zip)
Tell me where’s the logic in [?]
Bustin’ a bazooka, turn your noodle to chalupa
[?]
Livin’ like a dork, fuck a geek
You don’t gotta work no more (work no more)
You can go get everything you see (everything about that)
I was just was chillin’ with your bitch
And I went on and cut the chase and told her, "Suck a nigga’s dick or somethin’" (SANDOS)
I was 17 and I was gettin’ it like a fuckin’ ball player
Then I took care all my kids for somethin’ (big [?] shit)
Big player, I’ma pop into the end zone (yeah)
Good lookin’, she gon’ chew it like some bubblegum
I’ma spend a lot of money ’cause it’s more to come (money)
I was havin’ zero dollars, now a nigga on (yeah, yeah)
Tell you when I get back (tell you when I get back)
Tell me when I cash out (hah)
Tell me why you ran from my mama
Yeah yeah, you know I ain’t scared of that (you know I ain’t scared of that)
These bitches know a nigga ballin’ (ballin’)
And you know we playin’ with these bands (playin’ with them bands)
Spyder shit, the Bentley crawlin’ (ah, ah, ah)
My lil’ nigga dead on a Xan (dead on them Xan)
Big dawg shit off the rip
Big bag make a nigga limp (blat)
Put five bands on your lip (blat, blat, blat)
You better nip it in the bud like a chip (nip it in the bud)
Little red robbin’ nigga, do it (do it)
Little red ridin’ in the hood nigga (hood)
Pablo got me chokin’ on that good (good)
And you can’t do it better than he could (could)
Fuck Donald Trump, leave him ditch slumped
Trap boomin’ like I’m ISIS nigga, big bomb
Whole lotta shit, that’s what your bitch need, no
Whole lotta dick is what your bitch get though (yah)
Whole lotta money got these bitches changin’ minds
Whole lotta money got them wanna stay around (swear)
Way too much money, quick, get that shit down (bitch)
Bitch, don’t you trip, don’t you make a fuckin’ sound

[Chorus: Young Thug & 24hrs]
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ride)
Tell me you gon’ die for me (you gon’ die)
Tell me you gon’ die by what you live for (live for)
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (tell me you gon’ ride for me, ride)
Tell me you gon’ fire on a bitch, baby
These niggas fake like a display, nigga, yeah
Catch a murder case, then skip states with him

[Verse 2: 24hrs]
24hrs
Me and A-Trak in a two-seater (skrrt, skrrt)
Fuck around and drink the whole two liter (damn)
She said, "Twenty, boy, you don’t care" (You don’t care)
Chain lit up like a fair (bling bling)
TYO my mothafuckin’ blood brother (blood brother)
Hundred bands a week, I keep it undercover (count it up)
Put a 50 on your head for my little brother (50)
Pullin’ up to Vegas in a helicopter (hey)
VVS diamonds like a chandelier
Shawty, she give ass, I cannot handle it
Money stacked tall, it’s not little (sheesh)
She said, "Twenty fuck me like a little… beast"
I feel just like Raji on the jetski (damn)
I’ma buy her diamonds if she let me (bling)
Sippin’ on mimosas with the jeweler (jeweler)
Only measure money with a ruler (ruler)
"Twenty, you been on my mind
A-Trak, you been on my mind
Thugger, you been on my mind"
Hello, pussy really call my line
You should really call my line
You been on my mind
You should really call my line
You been on my mind
You should really call my line
You been on my mind
Hello, you should really call my mind

[Chorus: 24hrs]
Tell me you gon’ ride for me
Tell me you gon’ die for me (you gon’ die)
Tell me you gon’ die by what you live for (you live for)
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (ride)
Tell me you gon’ fire on a bitch, baby
These niggas fake like a display
Catch a murder case, then I skip states
Catch a murder case, then I skip states

[Outro: 24hrs]
You been on my mind
Oh, you been on my mind
Oh, you been on my mind
Oh, you been on my mind
Oh, you should really call my line
Oh, you should really call my line
Oh, you should really call my line
Oh, you should really call my line

KAMI – Payload

[DJ E-WAY]
Get your credit cards
Have your visas
Get your passports stamped
Its payload

[Verse 1]
Pirex
Fishscales
Nigga fuck 12
Yeah fuck ISIS
Fuck jail
Selling chris rocks
On retail
Didn’t get caught
Didn’t get popped
Didn’t Dame Grease
No coke talk
Nigga fuck a sherlock
Yeah no shit I’m afraid not
Make the pack double flip like Ong Bak
That’s a whole lot
Thats a hyde park
That’s a shout out Nikko shout Krock
All my niggas since Day 1 Savemoney still alive yeah till i rot

[Hook x2]
Count it up (yeah)
Rip to a real nigga thats a bank roll
Money bags (yeah)
Couple these checks coming in like a payroll
Drop it all (yeah)
Drop a whole thing on your head that’s a payload
I’m afraid so
Had to make it rain on your head that’s a payload

[Verse 2]
I might still hit it and dash
Bumps on her face like a rash
Cocaine cowboy Imma cock back
All you need is a mask
All you need know is task
Chase on that bag like a bank
Dont get upped on like some rank
All of my niggas some tanks
Save money still an army fuck did you think
Me and Smoko going loco on club hoes
Why you niggas still broke all on a link
Water on me like I sink
And I can merch
Me and CP on some dirt
Chilling parked up in the merc

[Hook x2]
Count it up (yeah)
Rip to a real nigga thats a bank roll
Money bags (yeah)
Couple these checks coming in like a payroll
Drop it all (yeah)
Drop a whole thing on your head that’s a payload
I’m afraid so
Had to make it rain on your head that’s a payload

Smokepurpp – Your Swag Is Old Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Uh?

[Hook]
Niggas talking on me cause I fucked they hoe
You, We don’t know
And your swag is old
Niggas talking on me cause I fucked they hoe
You, We don’t know
And your swag is old
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
You can have that bitch
I don’t want her back
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
You can have that flow
I don’t want that pack

[Verse]
Give me brain like a psychic
Riding round with P90
Bitches thinkin that we ISIS
Hi-Tech bloody cup
I just spiked it
Put these diamonds on my neck
Cause a nigga priceless
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
Lil Purpp Bless That [?]
Running through a sack
My youngest caught that
Kobe, I’m like Kobe
Only shoot ‘Bout 3
Like [?]
Messed up bitch
You don’t know me
Pull up at Yo trap
Shoot it up like I’m [?]
[?] ride me like a pony
[?] claim yo hood
You a phony

[Hook]
Niggas talking on me cause I fucked they hoe
You, We don’t know
And your swag is old
Niggas talking on me cause I fucked they hoe
You, We don’t know
And your swag is old
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
You can have that bitch
I don’t want her back
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
You can have that flow
I don’t want that pack

[Outro]
Give me brain like a psychic
Riding round with P90
Bitches thinkin that we ISIS
Hi-Tech bloody cup
I just spiked it
Put these diamonds on my neck
Cause a nigga priceless

Dave – Question Time

Look
A question for the new prime minister
How’d you have a heart so sinister?
How are you so wasteful when people are dying in Somalia
Afghanistan, Egypt, Libya?
The irony is we have no business in Syria
But kids are getting killed for all the business in Syria
And then they try and tell you it’s ISIS, it’s ISIS
In their attempts at killing it, how many civilians
Died, so what’s the difference between us and them?
When you got drones killing kids just touching ten
Then when a bomb goes off, every politician’s lost
Like that last strike that didn’t kill a hundred men
You ain’t the same as them
But all that fuel for the fire is what you gave to them
And what you take from them

All my life I know my mum’s been working
In and out of nursing, struggling, hurting
I just find it fucked that the government is struggling
To care for a person that cares for a person
So where’s the discussion on wages and budgets?
How they made them redundant when I was a young’un
The letters in our car said my mum was overdraft
But somehow I still had dinner money in my pocket
And even the little things like ordering pizza
Were probably the reason for overtime in the evening
Five till ten, six hours of sleeping
For 22 years my mum was doing the cleaning
Dreaming that her kids would have a better life
Go in bed at night, struggling with getting by
That’s the reality for millions of people in a nation
Where a lot of us were looking for a second try

A question for the new prime minister
And please, tell me if I’m being narrowminded
But how do we spend so much money on defence
And weapons to wage war when the NHS is dying?
Bursting at the seams, and what about them people
That voted for us to leave for the money that it would see?
350 million we give to the EU every week
That our health service needs
But now them politicians got what they wanted
Can you see an empty promise or a poster on the street?
Nurses in tears ’cause they’re working every hour of the week
And they still don’t have the money that they need
You brought the heart of the nation to its knees
Underpaid, understaffed, overworked
And overseen by people who can’t ever understand
How it feels to live life like you and me

Patients lying in the corridors
‘Cause doctors can’t even find a bed for them to sleep
I remember A&E and all them sickening screams
Of a little girl waiting for a surgeon to be seen
Privatized healthcare, guns for police
Increased uni fees, is this what they’re selling us?
Well let me remind you just in case you’ve forgotten
That we live in Great Britain, not in Donald Trump’s America
Speaking of America, state and the president
With all due respect, I’ve got something to say to them
I just find it funny you can’t give a hand to Palestine
But you can trade whole arms with Saudi Arabia

Look, look
I’ve got a question for the new prime minister
At Grenfell Tower, your response was ridiculous
You hid like a coward behind your 5 million
Dodged responsibility and acted like you’re innocent
And I can see you’re terrified, you’re not good at telling lies
I’m getting why you stay away from everything that’s televised
You look like a robot and you don’t speak with any life
It feels to me like any guy in press could’ve said them lines
Imagine going to the council for the safety of your block
And you’ve got kids but they’re ignoring you at every time
Everyone who knew about that cladding
Should really be going prison under rule of joint enterprise
But if it ain’t a little kid with a knife
I bet that judge is going easy when he’s giving him time
They don’t deserve to be free
Any builder, MP that knew about the conditions but did it to save cheese
When I listen to the things that the residents had seen
I was so shocked I couldn’t even speak
Families they know that had died in their sleep
How you choke on the smoke when you’re struggling to breathe
The glow from the fire
The panic when you hear all the sirens
The crackling, the popping and the muffled-out screams
The fear in the eyes of a man that was trapped
Who jumped 15 floors from the tower to the street
I could only hear a fraction of the pain and the grief
Closing my eyes, trying hard not to cry
And the joy and relief in the face of a man
When a woman from the flat said his neighbour was alive
No help from the council in keeping any list
Or the people that survived, his neighbours and peers
And for that whole meeting I could see that he was trying
So his smile was an island in a sea full of tears

Look, I’ve got a message for our old prime minister
David Cameron
I mean you fucked us, resigned, then sneaked out the firing line
I wanna know how you managed it
And are you bathing in the sun while them papers have a run
At the woman that you left here to handle it?
You gonna teach your little lad to be the man that’s got a plan
And then the moment that it fails to abandon it?
Are there bullies in his school?
And when you pick them up after class, can you feel his embarrassment?
I mean you never gave a fuck about the youth and that’s the truth
There’s no sympathy for you or your cabinet
I really wish I could’ve seen how you were scramblin’
When you lost the referendum that you had to win
I feel like politicians are all addicts
In a big fat game but it’s lives that you gamble with

I’ve got a question for the leader of the Labour Party
Jeremy Corbyn, where do you wanna take the country to?
Honestly, I wanna put my trust in you
But you can understand why if I’ve got trust issues
Do you really have the faith of your party?
Do you really have faith in the party that will come with you?
And how do you plan on keeping all the promises?
Man, if I’m being honest, sir, I’m struggling to get with it
I just ain’t getting it
Everybody’s great until you get them into office and then guys start forgetting things
Prove to us you’re different, don’t promise me anything
Go and get justice for Rashan Charles and Edison
And if you haven’t had the thought to vote yet
Or protest ’cause you don’t really see the progress
I hope you know that what they’re saying is affecting us
The small steps are way better than no steps

Ke$ha – Hymn (Live)

[Intro: Juicy J & Offset]
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (uh) get up
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (hey!) get up

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Bitch came through right on time with the pussy
‘Cause I’ve been wanna hit it for a long time
Plug came through right on time with that pack
‘Cause I ain’t no more, I’m bone dry
Been gettin’ money for a long time
I don’t rent, I own mine
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout gettin’ money, lil’ nigga
Hell nah, don’t hit my phone line
Molly got a nigga on cloud 9
That purchase came in at the wrong time
Your bitch wanna jump on my dick
Sorry, but you gotta wait, baby girl, it’s a long line
These fuck niggas keep hatin’ on a G
But a nigga can’t eat if he don’t grind
Hitters gon’ take your head off
AKA clothes line
Bankroll, I can’t fold mine
Need a boujee bitch to roll mine
Nigga keep lookin’ at all this ice
But I keep the heat on me like a stove iron
The money gon’ make your girl come show out
Bend her ass over, it’s show time
She ain’t wanna leave but you called her on her phone
Told her, "Bring your ass home," you was right on time, damn

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Woo, woo, woo, woo, Offset!
Money comin’ in at the right time (money)
Bitch lookin’ at me like a gold mine (gold)
Ass so fat that I went blind (ooh)
Gimme my racks, I’ma throw mine (racks)
Gimme that coke, I’ma cook mine (coca)
Flew to the plug in Taiwan (ho)
Bad ass bitch on my timeline (bad)
Like three pics, then I pound sign (pound)
Dope came in at the right time (dope)
Cash came in at the right time (cash)
Your bitch came in at the night time (your bitch)
She told me that your bands wasn’t like mine (skrrt)
Hop in the coupe with the butter seats (hey)
It’s no cuffin’ me, she just a slut to me (slut)
Got these grapes in the jet, it’s a luxury (luxury)
Make me mad and I’ll show the other me
Hoppin’ in the Lamb’, fine like a top glisten, white whine (skrrt)
Alexander Wang, Gucci loafer, python (woo woo)
Matte black Maybach, ridin’ Akon (bap)
Hundred round drum hangin’ out of one gun (brrrt)
At the right time, hit the right lick (right lick)
At the right time hit the right bitch (uh)
Bling, bling, blaow, nigga, light switch (bling blaow)
Smokin’ on a bomb, ISIS (boom)

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

Flood watch – Juicy J feat. Offset lyrics

Lyrics Juicy J – Flood watch

Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time.(flood watch)

b*tch came through right on time with the pus*y
‘Cause I’ve been wanna hit it for a long time
Plug came through right on time with that pack
‘Cause I ain’t no more, I’m bone dry
Been gettin’ money for a long time
I don’t rent, I own mine
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout gettin’ money, lil’ nigga
Hell nah, don’t hit my phone line
Molly got a nigga on cloud 9
The percs kicked in at the wrong time
Your b*tch wanna jump on my dick
Sorry, but you gotta wait, baby girl, it’s a long line
These f*ck niggas keep hatin’ on a G
But a nigga can’t eat if he don’t grind
Hitters gon’ take your head off
AKA clothes line
Bankroll, I can’t fold mine
Need a boujee b*tch to roll mine
Nigga keep lookin’ at all this ice
But I keep the heat on me like a stove iron
The money gon’ make your girl come show out
Bend her a*s over, it’s show time
She ain’t wanna leave but you called her on her phone
Told her, “Bring your a*s home,” you was right on time, damn.

Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12 versuri-lyrics.info
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time).

Woo, woo, woo, woooo, Offset!
Money comin’ in at the right time (money)
b*tch lookin’ at me like a gold mine (gold)
A*s so fat that I went blind (ooh)
Gimme my racks, I’ma throw mine (racks)
Gimme that coke, I’ma cook mine (coca)
Flew to the plug in Taiwan (ho)
Bad a*s b*tch on my timeline (bad)
Like three pics, then I pound sign (pound)
Dope came in at the right time (dope)
Cash came in at the right time (cash)
Your b*tch came in at the night time (your b*tch)
She told me that your bands wasn’t like mine (skrrt)
Hop in the coupe with the butter seats (hey)
It’s no cuffin’ me, she just a slut to me (slut)
Got these grapes in the jet, it’s a luxury (luxury)
Make me mad and I’ll show the other me
Hoppin’ in the Lamb’, fine like a top glisten, white whine
Alexander Wang, Gucci loafer, python (woo woo)
Matte black Maybach, ridin’ Akon (bap)
Hundred round drum hangin’ out of one gun (brrrt)
At the right time, hit the right lick (right lick)
At the right time hit the right b*tch (uh)
Bling, bling, blaow, nigga, light switch (bling blaow)
Smokin’ on a bomb, ISIS.

Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on timeee.(flood watch)

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Lil Durk – No Handouts (Love Songs For The Streets Album)

[Intro]
Trenches, the trenches, the trenches, the trenches
I do it for poverty
A lot of street niggas in fuckin’ with me you know?
(Shoutout my nigga Snapdogg you know?)
Real gang man

[Hook]
No I don’t want yo’ apologizes
No, I don’t drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
How you turn on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
I said (?) look at the people you played
Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts

[Verse 1]
I was addicted to shootouts
I’m in the trenches with Pluto
I got a stick at my bitch house
Now I take shits in a big house
I never carried the field
I gotta outwork my pills
I gotta suck on the test
I’m in the gutter for real
I love my brother for real
That was the pill on the slut
Can’t force it if he is my cut
Them choices will make you a mutt
Few years in the state
And the feds gave 200 months
Off percs and 200 blunts
I get head for 200 months
I mix Chanel with the Fetty
Shawty will kill you for singin’
Shawty be lit with the bitch
And I fucked twice in the Hemy
FNs tucked in the denims
High speed high speed
I lost guns in the (?)
And I put drugs in my mental

[Hook]
No I don’t want yo’ apologizes
No I don’t drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
How you turn on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
I said (?) look at the people you played
Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts

[Verse 2]
We gon’ ball with a anthem
Auntie went balled after the cancer
My uncle had died from stabbin’
I moved to the A now I’m dabbin’
Ride 43 with no license
The opps is thinkin’ we ISIS
Fuck whoever don’t like it
I nut her face ’cause she triflin’
You left me to die in a rot
You left me to die on the block
Wouldn’t think I would rise to the top
But now I’mma ride with the Glock
I kill for my brothers who for me
I hate when niggas say you love me
Deep down wanna plug me
See me down be a bummy
You were my nigga til the trust I can’t trust ’em
If I ever see ’em now I screamin’ fuck ’em
I ain’t fuckin’ with no fool shit
He see me now he won’t do shit
And I’m ridin’ with my gang

[Hook]
No I don’t want yo’ apologizes
No I don’t drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
How you turn on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
I said (?) look at the people you played
Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts

Lil Durk – No Trenches Lyrics

[Intro]
Trenches, the trenches, the trenches, the trenches
I do it for poverty
A lot of street niggas in fuckin’ with me you know?
(Shoutout my nigga Snapdogg you know?)
Real gang members

[Hook]
No I don’t want yo’ apologizes
I don’t drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
How you turn on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
I said (?) look at the people you played
Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts

[Verse 1]
I was addicted to shootouts
I’m in the trenches with Pluto
I got a stick at my bitch house
Now I take shits in a big house
I never carried the field
I gotta outwork my pills
I gotta suck on the test
I’m in the gutter for real
I love my brother for real
That was the pill on the slut
Can’t force it if he is my cut
Them choices will make you a mutt
Few years in the state
And the feds gave 200 months
Off percs and 200 blunts
I get head for 200 months
I mix Chanel with the Fetty
Shawty will kill you for singin’
Shawty be lit with the bitch
And I fucked twice in the Hemy
FNs tucked in the denims
High speed high speed
I lost guns in the (?)
And I put drugs in my mental

[Hook]
No I don’t want yo’ apologizes
No I don’t drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
How you turn on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
I said (?) look at the people you played
Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts

[Verse 2]
We gon’ ball with a anthem
Auntie went balled after the cancer
My uncle had died from stabbin’
I moved to the A now I’m dabbin’
Ride 43 with no license
The opps is thinkin’ we ISIS
Fuck whoever don’t like it
I nut her face ’cause she triflin’
You left me to die in a rot
You left me to die on the block
Wouldn’t think I would rise to the top
But now I’mma ride with the Glock
I kill for my brothers who for me
I hate when niggas say you love me
Deep down wanna plug me
See me down be a bummy
You were my nigga til the trust I can’t trust ’em
If I ever see ’em now I screamin’ fuck ’em
I ain’t fuckin’ with no fool shit
He see me now he won’t do shit
And I’m ridin’ with my gang

[Hook]
No I don’t want yo’ apologizes
No I don’t drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
How you turn on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
I said (?) look at the people you played
Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts

French Montana – Said N Done (feat. A$AP Rocky)

[Hook: French Montana]
Oh my god, oh my god
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my god, oh my god
I see ‘em hatin’ on the boy huh?
‘Til I pull up on the boy, huh?

[Verse 1: French Montana & A$AP Rocky]
Oh my god, oh my god
But you couldn’t fuck with the flow I got
City just turned into the oh I ride
Pretty motherfucker just stole my thot
Oh my god, oh my god
Wake up, wake up, it’s a stick up, stick up
Look up, look up, it’s a stick up, stick up
I’ma show you power of the mula
I put a sundress on your shooter
Man they turned their back on your boy huh?
You trickin’ but you waitin’ for the boy huh?
My god, oh my god
(Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind now)
Took a little time off I’m back up on my grind
Took it uptown just to kick it with my slimes
Skeet skeet, skkrt, cocaine for the bitches
Chain tucked in cause I came for the business
Dope to your brain like a vein with syringes
Back in the day streets was paved with syringes
Paid for the crib, plus it came with the fridges
I heard them boys callin’ up the boys huh?
And they showing up to court huh?
Dirty money, ain’t in the Forbes huh
[Bridge: French Montana]
Love my bitch, oh my, gotta spend a whole lot
Gotta buy every bag, gotta buy the whole lot
Taught the bitch, oh my, oh my
Gotta spend a whole lot
Oh my god, oh my god

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
With the spring springing on us, and the summer hot
Couple things clinging on us, bitch it’s coming out
Weather weather for the winter, Flacko bring ’em out
Bad mon a rude boy, what the bombaclot
When it drop out, nigga hop out
Don’t you know the loud mouth get you stomped out?
Thing on me now, hang on me now, ay
Got the bitch with me, gang with me now, yeah
Does the chain swing on me now?
Harlem [?] made me down

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Go hard or you go home
She love it when I hit her with my rob on
I couldn’t ball, had to hit the stove
We talkin’ raw white, California Rolls
We talkin’ top down, California hoes
We talkin’ small sandals, got her on her toes
I don’t ask twice for the tongue
Word to ISIS, I’m the bomb
Call Gina, call Leon
I’m gone, do you smell aroma?

[Bridge: French Montana]
Drinkin’, smoke a whole lot
Know buy every bag I’ma buy the whole lot
Your pussy wet, don’t lie
Oh my, oh my god

[Hook: French Montana]
Oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my god, oh my god

[Outro: French Montana]
She love when I hit her with my robe on
She love when I hit her with my gold on
Poppin’ pills, drink, get your roll on
They don’t love you ’til you’re dead and gone
Montana!

Said n done – French Montana lyrics

Lyrics French Montana – Said n done

Oh my god, oh my god
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my god, oh my god
I see ’em hatin’ on the boy huh?
‘Til I pull up on the boy, huh?(said n done)

Oh my god, oh my god
But you couldn’t f*ck with the flow I got
City just turned into the oh I ride
Pretty motherf*cker just stole my thot
Oh my god, oh my god
Wake up, wake up, it’s a stick up, stick up
Look up, look up, it’s a stick up, stick up
I’ma show you power of the mula
I put a sundress on your shooter
Man they turned their back on your boy huh?
You trickin’ but you waitin’ for the boy huh?
My god, oh my god
(Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind now)
Took a little time off I’m back up on my grind
Took it uptown just to kick it with my slimes
Skeet skeet, skkrt, cocaine for the b*tches
Chain tucked in cause I came for the business
Dope to your brain like a vein with syringes
Back in the day streets was paved with syringes
Paid for the crib, plus it came with the fridges
Versuri-lyrics.info
I heard them boys callin’ up the boys huh?
And they showing up to court huh?
Dirty money, ain’t in the Forbes huh.

Love my b*tch, oh my, gotta spend a whole lot
Gotta buy every bag, gotta buy the whole lot
Taught the b*tch, oh my, oh my
Gotta spend a whole lot
Oh my god, oh my god.

With the spring springing on us, and the summer hot
Couple things clinging on us, b*tch it’s coming out
Weather weather for the winter, Flacko bring ’em out
Bad mon a rude boy, what the bombaclot
When it drop out, nigga hop out
Don’t you know the loud mouth get you stomped out?
Thing on me now, hang on me now, ay
Got the b*tch with me, yeah, gang with me now, yeah
Does the chain swing on me now?
Harlem World will lay you down, made me down.

Go hard or you go home
She love it when I hit her with my robe on
I couldn’t ball, had to hit the stove
We talkin’ raw white, California Rolls
We talkin’ top down, California hoes
We talkin’ small sandals, got her on her toes
I don’t ask twice for the tongue
Word to ISIS, I’m the bomb
Cartagena, Corleone
I’m gone, do you smell aroma?

Drinkin’, smoke a whole lot
Know buy every bag I’ma buy the whole lot
Your p*ssy wet, don’t lie
Oh my, oh my god.

Oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my god, oh my god.

She love when I hit her with my robe on
She love when I hit her with my gold on
Poppin’ pills, drink, get your roll on
They don’t love you ’til you’re dead and gone
Montanaaa!(said n done)
French Montana lyrics
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Chief Keef – Knock It Off (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 1]
Dont approch me if it ain’t ’bout money
Boy you know how I’m comin’
No. I cannot pull up
She say I’m actin’ funny
Hop out, get bags of money
Rock out like Led Zep-pelin
Thot like, "What? You won’t do nothin’"
She let me fuck this mornin’
Went and picked up a bag
These niggas is stealin’ swag
I cannot fuck with you
If you don’t fuck with gang
Roll up and blow your brain
Roll up, it’s to the brain
Your life spent on my chain
She unbutton these Balmains
It’s 30 [?], them guys with me
We ’bout it, no Master P
Smokin’ this celery
Countin’ a salary
You did not ride with me
‘Cause you were doubtin’ me
You could’ve had your name on a Big Falcon tee

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 2]
You know I got them thousands
And they in my trousers
I’ll buy a bag of weed
With your allowance
Buy some kicks, it’s gon’ round me
To the nearest thousands
Too much damn dino juice
I’m feelin’ lousy
You like to copy
I have the hobbies
Don’t make me sign Turbo
On your autopsy
You’re with your possé
We got a shotty
I am with ISIS
You cannot stop me
With gang, I blow dope with them
We be like on folks and them
Sippin’ all this lean, baby
Can you tell me somethin’
Am I slurrin’?
Am I slurrin’?
Bitches say I look better in person

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a 30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 3]
I’m ridin’ with my soldiers
Fast roller coaster
If you don’t understand me
Blah, go the toaster
I’m hard on my motor
I am not a loafer
You don’t want no cancer
I keep the toaster
You know I got the piece
And a pound of weed
This weed ain’t got no seeds
Your bed ain’t got no freak
I just po’d up four threes
You’re runnin’ out of lean
I just wanna be on Forbes
I’m runnin’ out of dreams

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

Chief Keef – Knock It Off (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 1]
Dont approch me if it ain’t ’bout money
Boy you know how I’m comin’
No. I cannot pull up
She say I’m actin’ funny
Hop out, get bags of money
Rock out like Led Zep-pelin
Thot like, "What? You won’t do nothin’"
She let me fuck this mornin’
Went and picked up a bag
These niggas is stealin’ swag
I cannot fuck with you
If you don’t fuck with gang
Roll up and blow your brain
Roll up, it’s to the brain
Your life spent on my chain
She unbutton these Balmains
It’s 30 [?], them guys with me
We ’bout it, no Master P
Smokin’ this celery
Countin’ a salary
You did not ride with me
‘Cause you were doubtin’ me
You could’ve had your name on a Big Falcon tee

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 2]
You know I got them thousands
And they in my trousers
I’ll buy a bag of weed
With your allowance
Buy some kicks, it’s gon’ round me
To the nearest thousands
Too much damn dino juice
I’m feelin’ lousy
You like to copy
I have the hobbies
Don’t make me sign Turbo
On your autopsy
You’re with your possé
We got a shotty
I am with ISIS
You cannot stop me
With gang, I blow dope with them
We be like on folks and them
Sippin’ all this lean, baby
Can you tell me somethin’
Am I slurrin’?
Am I slurrin’?
Bitches say I look better in person

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a 30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 3]
I’m ridin’ with my soldiers
Fast roller coaster
If you don’t understand me
Blah, go the toaster
I’m hard on my motor
I am not a loafer
You don’t want no cancer
I keep the toaster
You know I got the piece
And a pound of weed
This weed ain’t got no seeds
Your bed ain’t got no freak
I just po’d up four threes
You’re runnin’ out of lean
I just wanna be on Forbes
I’m runnin’ out of dreams

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

J COLE – High For Hours lyrics

This is called being high as shit
For hours
That’s the name of this song nigga, “High as Shit for Hours”
Here we go, yeah

American hypocrisy, oh let me count the ways
They came here seeking freedom and they end up owning slaves
Justified it using what Christianity would say
Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way
That’s why ISIS is in crisis
But in reality this country do the same shit
Take a life and call it righteous
Remember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedly
In a hotel lobby after a show
Was noticing these white ladies watching CNN
Covering the action
They read the headline and then they all started clapping
As if Lebron has just scored a basket at the buzzer
I stood there for a second watch them high five each other
For real? I though this was thou shalt not kill
But police still letting off niggas in the Ville
Claiming that he reached for a gun
They really think we dumb and got a death wish
Now somebody’s son is laying breathless
When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas
Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was Lexus
Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas
Out their for the summer feeling just like I was Alice
Lost in the wonder land where niggas still suffering
Just like they was back home and that’s wrong

So now its fuck the government, they see my niggas struggling
And they don’t give a fuck at all and that’s wrong, yeah

The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

I had a convo with the president, I paid to go and see him
Thinking bout the things I said I’d say when I would see him
Feeling nervous, sitting in a room full of white folks
Thinking about the black man plight, think I might choke, nope
Raised my hand and asked a man a question
‘Does he see the struggles of his brothers in oppression?
And if so, if you got all the power in the clout as the president
What’s keeping you from helping niggas out?’
Well I didn’t say nigga, but you catch my drift
He look me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift
He broke the issues down and showed me he was well aware
I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared
But dawg you in the chair, what’s the hold up?
He said there’s things that I wanna fix
But you know this shit nigga, politics
Don’t stop fighting and don’t stop believing
You can make the world better for your kids before you leave it

Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back, till they kill me
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back until they kill me
You feel me?

The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight third verse)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

Here’s a thought for my revolutionary heart
Take a deeper look at history, it’s there to pick apart
See the people at the top, they get to do just what they want
Till after while the people at the bottom finally get smart
Then they start to holla revolution, tired of living here, destitution
Fuck that looting, can you tell me what’s the best solution?
I used to think it was to over throw oppressors
See, if we destroy the system that means we’ll have less of greed
But see, it’s not that simple
I got to thinking bout the history of human nature
While this instrumental, play
Then I realized something that made me wonder if revolution was really ever the way
Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say
Think about this shit for second, you heard the way
The children in abusive households grow up knocking girlfriends out cold
That’s called a cycle
Abused becomes the abuser and that how life go, so understand
Look at the power, but you know what power does to man
Corruption always leads us to the same shit again
So when you talk about revolution dawg, I hear just what you saying

What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I said
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you

The type of shit that make you wanna (High for hours nigga)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one)
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

J. Cole – High For Hours

[Intro]
This is called being high as shit
For hours
That’s the name of this song nigga, "High as Shit for Hours"
Here we go, yeah

[Verse 1]
American hypocrisy, oh let me count the ways
They came here seeking freedom and they end up owning slaves
Justified it using what Christianity would say
Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way
That’s why ISIS is a crisis
But in reality this country do the same shit
Take a life and call it righteous
Remember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedly
In a hotel lobby after a show
Was noticing these white ladies watching CNN
Covering the action
They read the headline and then they all started clapping
As if Lebron has just scored a basket at the buzzer
I stood there for a second watch them high five each other
For real? I though this was thou shalt not kill
But police still letting off niggas in the Ville
Claiming that he reached for a gun
They really think we dumb and got a death wish
Now somebody’s son is laying breathless
When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas
Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was Lexus
Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas
Out their for the summer feeling just like I was Alice
Lost in the wonder land where niggas still suffering
Just like they was back home and that’s wrong

[Refrain 1]
So now its fuck the government, they see my niggas struggling
And they don’t give a fuck at all and that’s wrong, yeah

[Hook]
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

[Verse 2]
I had a convo with the president, I paid to go and see him
Thinking bout the things I said I’d say when I would see him
Feeling nervous, sitting in a room full of white folks
Thinking about the black man plight, think I might choke, nope
Raised my hand and asked a man a question
‘Does he see the struggles of his brothers in oppression?
And if so, if you got all the power in the clout as the president
What’s keeping you from helping niggas out?’
Well I didn’t say nigga, but you catch my drift
He look me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift
He broke the issues down and showed me he was well aware
I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared
But dawg you in the chair, what’s the hold up?
He said there’s things that I wanna fix
But you know this shit nigga, politics
Don’t stop fighting and don’t stop believing
You can make the world better for your kids before you leave it

[Refrain 2]
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back, till they kill me
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back until they kill me
You feel me?

[Hook]
The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight third verse)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

[Verse 3]
Here’s a thought for my revolutionary heart
Take a deeper look at history, it’s there to pick apart
See the people at the top, they get to do just what they want
Till after while the people at the bottom finally get smart
Then they start to holla revolution, tired of living here, destitution
Fuck that looting, can you tell me what’s the best solution?
I used to think it was to over throw oppressors
See, if we destroy the system that means we’ll have less of greed
But see, it’s not that simple
I got to thinking bout the history of human nature
While this instrumental, play
Then I realized something that made me wonder if revolution was really ever the way
Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say
Think about this shit for second, you heard the way
The children in abusive households grow up knocking girlfriends out cold
That’s called a cycle
Abused becomes the abuser and that how life go, so understand
Look at the power, but you know what power does to man
Corruption always leads us to the same shit again
So when you talk about revolution dawg, I hear just what you saying

[Refrain 3]
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I said
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you

[Hook]
The type of shit that make you wanna (High for hours nigga)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one)
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

J Cole – High For Hours lyrics

This is called being high as shit
For hours
That’s the name of this song nigga, “High as Shit for Hours”
Here we go, yeah

American hypocrisy, oh let me count the ways
They came here seeking freedom and they end up owning slaves
Justified it using what Christianity would say
Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way
That’s why ISIS is in crisis
But in reality this country do the same shit
Take a life and call it righteous
Remember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedly
In a hotel lobby after a show
Was noticing these white ladies watching CNN
Covering the action
They read the headline and then they all started clapping
As if Lebron has just scored a basket at the buzzer
I stood there for a second watch them high five each other
For real? I though this was thou shalt not kill
But police still letting off niggas in the Ville
Claiming that he reached for a gun
They really think we dumb and got a death wish
Now somebody’s son is laying breathless
When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas
Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was Lexus
Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas
Out their for the summer feeling just like I was Alice
Lost in the wonder land where niggas still suffering
Just like they was back home and that’s wrong

So now its fuck the government, they see my niggas struggling
And they don’t give a fuck at all and that’s wrong, yeah

The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

I had a convo with the president, I paid to go and see him
Thinking bout the things I said I’d say when I would see him
Feeling nervous, sitting in a room full of white folks
Thinking about the black man plight, think I might choke, nope
Raised my hand and asked a man a question
‘Does he see the struggles of his brothers in oppression?
And if so, if you got all the power in the clout as the president
What’s keeping you from helping niggas out?’
Well I didn’t say nigga, but you catch my drift
He look me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift
He broke the issues down and showed me he was well aware
I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared
But dawg you in the chair, what’s the hold up?
He said there’s things that I wanna fix
But you know this shit nigga, politics
Don’t stop fighting and don’t stop believing
You can make the world better for your kids before you leave it

Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back, till they kill me
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back until they kill me
You feel me?

The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight third verse)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

Here’s a thought for my revolutionary heart
Take a deeper look at history, it’s there to pick apart
See the people at the top, they get to do just what they want
Till after while the people at the bottom finally get smart
Then they start to holla revolution, tired of living here, destitution
Fuck that looting, can you tell me what’s the best solution?
I used to think it was to over throw oppressors
See, if we destroy the system that means we’ll have less of greed
But see, it’s not that simple
I got to thinking bout the history of human nature
While this instrumental, play
Then I realized something that made me wonder if revolution was really ever the way
Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say
Think about this shit for second, you heard the way
The children in abusive households grow up knocking girlfriends out cold
That’s called a cycle
Abused becomes the abuser and that how life go, so understand
Look at the power, but you know what power does to man
Corruption always leads us to the same shit again
So when you talk about revolution dawg, I hear just what you saying

What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I said
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you

The type of shit that make you wanna (High for hours nigga)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one)
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

French Montana – Said N Done (feat. A$AP Rocky) (MC4 Album) letras

Oh my God, oh my God
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my God, oh my God
I see ’em hatin’ on the boy huh?
‘Til I pull up on the boy, huh?
Oh my God, oh my God
But you couldn’t fuck with the flow I got
City just turned into the oh I ride
Pretty motherfucker just stole my thot
Oh my God, oh my God
Wake up, wake up, it’s a stick up, stick up
Look up, look up, it’s a stick up, stick up
I’mma show you power of the mula
I put a sundress on your shooter
Man they turned their back on your boy huh?
You trickin’ but you waitin’ for the boy huh?
My God, oh my God
(Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind now)
Took a little time off I’m back up on my grind
Took it uptown just to kick it with my slimes
Skeet skeet, skkrt, cocaine for the bitches
Chain tucked in ’cause I came for the business
Dope to your brain like a vein with syringes
Back in the day streets was paved with syringes
Paid for the crib, plus it came with the fridges
I heard them boys callin’ up the boys huh?
And they showing up to court huh?
Dirty money, ain’t in the Forbes huh
Love my bitch, oh my, gotta spend a whole lot
Gotta buy every bag, gotta buy the whole lot
Taught the bitch, oh my, oh my
Gotta spend a whole lot
Oh my God, oh my God
With the spring springing on us, and the summer hot
Couple things clinging on us, bitch it’s coming out
Weather weather for the winter, Flacko bring ’em out
Bad mon a rude boy, what the bombaclot
When it drop out, nigga hop out
Don’t you know the loud mouth get you stomped out?
Thing on me now, hang on me now, ay
Got the bitch with me, yeah, gang with me now, yeah
Does the chain swing on me now?
Harlem World’ll lay you down, made me down
Go hard or you go home
She love it when I hit her with my robe on
I couldn’t ball, had to hit the stove
We talkin’ raw white, California Rolls
We talkin’ top down, California hoes
We talkin’ small sandals, got her on her toes
I don’t ask twice for the tongue
Word to ISIS, I’m the bomb
Cartagena, Corleone
I’m gone, do you smell aroma?
Drinkin’, smoke a whole lot
Know buy every bag I’mma buy the whole lot
Your pussy wet, don’t lie
Oh my, oh my God
Oh my God, oh my God
Oh my God, oh my God
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my God, oh my God
She love when I hit her with my robe on
She love when I hit her with my gold on
Poppin’ pills, drink, get your roll on
They don’t love you ’til you’re dead and gone
Montana!