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Marlo – 4 Season Lyrics

[Chorus]
Top floor, penthouse, now I’m sleeping at the Four Feasons (Four Seasons)
Yeah, now a nigga gettin’ money, now these pussy niggas say they wanna be me (Say they wanna be me)
And I been poppin’ these pills, sippin’ syrup, I done run up a million in the street, dawg (In the street, dawg)
Niggas say they want smoke, what smoke, that smoke, when its lying in the street drawn (Street drawn)
A nigga gotta keep the heat, dawg, and ya gotta keep the heat, dawg (Keep the heat, dawg)
Tripple [?], Balenciaga, make ya hard to run from the motherf**kin’ third [?] down, yeah
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)

[Verse 1]
Made a couple mil selling work, you know a nigga been signed to the streets, dawg (Streets, dawg)
Plannin’ bricks all day, yeah, shooter, street nigga with some paper
Sellin’ them bales by the acres, nigga whippin’ that dope like a slave, yeah
I’m on the top floor, I feel like I’m Pablo, got birds out the bando (Bando, bando)
I feel like a migo, I’m servin’ up people, my real name is Chico
I’m dodging the RICO, QC is the label
I f**k with the Migos, I f**k with Lil Baby, I been gettin’ them big boats
I been here in my city, girl, fly me some titties, let me see that you with it, girl

[Chorus]
Top floor, penthouse, now I’m sleeping at the Four Feasons (Four Seasons)
Yeah, now a nigga gettin’ money, now these pussy niggas say they wanna be me (Say they wanna be me)
And I been poppin’ these pills, sippin’ syrup, I done run up a million in the street, dawg (In the street, dawg)
Niggas say they want smoke, what smoke, that smoke, when its lying in the street drawn (Street drawn)
A nigga gotta keep the heat, dawg, and ya gotta keep the heat, dawg (Keep the heat, dawg)
Tripple [?], Balenciaga, make ya hard to run from the motherf**kin’ third [?] down, yeah
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)

[Verse 2]
Top floor, penthouse, naked, kickin’ shit, knowing that I’m rich now (That I’m rich now)
Nigga, f**k a nigga’s bitch now, hell naw I’m doin’ sit downs (Sit downs)
Twenty-four like the Waffle House (Waffle House), got the bricks going out now (In and out now)
Been in these streets all day, dawg, still ridin’ ’round with my K, dawg
PFK, we don’t play, dawg, shots to the back like Ricky (Ricky)
[?], nigga with the fitted, Chanaynay drip, I’m all in it (Chanel)
Givenchy, come and kick it, my pimpin’
Got the D’ussé, bitches sippin’ Henny

[Chorus]
Top floor, penthouse, now I’m sleeping at the Four Feasons (Four Seasons)
Yeah, now a nigga gettin’ money, now these pussy niggas say they wanna be me (Say they wanna be me)
And I been poppin’ these pills, sippin’ syrup, I done run up a million in the street, dawg (In the street, dawg)
Niggas say they want smoke, what smoke, that smoke, when its lying in the street drawn (Street drawn)
A nigga gotta keep the heat, dawg, and ya gotta keep the heat, dawg (Keep the heat, dawg)
Tripple [?], Balenciaga, make ya hard to run from the motherf**kin’ third [?] down, yeah
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)

Quando Rondo – Neighborhood Hero Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, ooh, uh, ayy
Quando Rondo, nigga
Relly Made
(They locked up my nigga Pablo, they hit him with a RICO
Spin on they block with my sawed-off, but keep that on the D-low
Lil’ shawty look just like a model, a neighborhood hero
I fuck with… lil’ mama, I fuck with her people)

[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

[Verse 1]
I really came from the trenches, I had to grind to get it
I got no love for these bitches, I gotta chase these benjis
I came from posted on the corner grippin’ on extensions
Spin on they block, I’ma let off some shots
And I swear I won’t leave ’til somebody be missin’
I don’t know how to park that brand new Bentley
Got the gears unlocked, that’s why they envy
Got a real big bag, if you want it, I’ll spend it
I come from the trenches, they call me Lil Dangerous
They must’ve said you know I sent it
Got a real big Glock and the clip extended
No overlap mall, I shop at Lenox
On the dope boy block, drip in Givenchy
She want Chanel on her feet, brand new Louis V
We just spent a load at Christian D, we don’t do Gucci
We can go and make a lil’ movie, is you here with me?
I don’t know why the fuck you do just what you do to me, woah

[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

[Verse 2]
Speak on my name, don’t even know me, just make sure you speakin’ facts
I’m nothin’ like them broke kids, baby, I’ma spend them racks
Every time them hitters miss, I drop ten bands, they spinnin’ back
I’m never trippin’ ’bout the pack, I lose it then get it right back
Got Bonnie and Doja, that Doja smoke just like some crack
And every time I count the green and load the clip, she pour my Act’
She’s nothin’ like these other hoes, she know to throw it back
She look at me just like a boss, I drip that sauce, she dig my swag

[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

[Outro]
I fucked around her people
But keep that on the D-low
The neighborhood hero
I know, he know, she know

Pusha T – Keep Dealing lyrics

(feat. Beanie Sigel)

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
They call him a crack dealer, I am like Warhol
A nigga paint a picture of a bullet for all y’all
Now crawl for him
My sophomore jinx is more minks
But only for my mother she’ll use ‘em as couch covers
You niggas cheapening my All-Star Weekends
If y’all can’t swim in the deep end then watch nigga
Woo! 80,000 on this watch niggas
Yuugh! And I ain’t never had to watch nigga
Rich or wealthy, pick your poison
I think I paid for one too many abortions
Another Celine, it’s like a routine
It’s like ferris wheel of waist trainers and Seven jeans
Her new body’s in my new body
Make her in an hourglass that’s my new hobby
Rich nigga shit, how I blew my first million
Luckily was somethin’ in the ceiling, keep dealin

[Hook]
Talk numbers, but never talk ‘em to me though
When you’re the link to what fits in the keyhole
The realest nigga to marathon on the RICO
The last cocaine superhero
I got the cape on, to cover kilos
The villain wins, the evolution of Nino
Goddamn Batman holy toledo
Nah, you ain’t talkin’ to me though

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
The Robb Report of the snort
Kings hold court
Lawyers get bought
Palms get greased when them cases get fought
No felony what the fuck is you tellin’ me
Reduced to simple assault
It cost to keep it hush-hush
It was just us
Ended up sellin’ my Bat Mobile
The crash don’t kill
It’s how you survives it
Rebound on niggas, I nine live’d it
Couldn’t miss a Super Bowl or a Cancun
Bitches ain’t respecting niggas not in full bloom
So the neck is full moon
I’m living a lie, she live for this life
And loving the Alaia pumps
Loving the rush, I’m living “The Wire” Uh
Drugs and this rap is really “Empire”
Rich nigga shit, how I lost my second million
Luckily was somethin’ in the ceiling, keep dealin ya

[Hook]
Talk numbers, but never talk ‘em to me though
When you’re the link to what fits in the keyhole
The realest nigga to marathon on the RICO
The last cocaine superhero
I got the cape on, to cover kilos
The villain wins, the evolution of Nino
Goddamn Batman holy toledo
Nah, you ain’t talkin’ to me though

[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
Ten toes deep in the trap, nigga I’m good here
Feelin’ like Tony reading words on the Goodyear
Big said, “Only the FEDs I should fear”
So no threat, be on your steps with the whole hood there
Yeah, shoot up shit then we blow the scene
Kerosene in a 20 ounce Poland Spring
Nothing to lose attitude like Ron from Arizona
It’s homicide when I slide up on ya
Reporting live from the project benches
Hella caine, dope in cellophane, dirty syringes
Heron zombies street-walking on three-week binges
Clientele look like the “Thriller” vid in 3D lenses
COD, niggas never had to front me jawns
I’m weighing bricks on the scale they put the lunch meat on
I’m Nino Brown in the projects
Yes, Curtis Jackson in his pyrex
Get rich or die tryin’ is my mindset
And spend it all until I’m swallowing dirt
Cause I ain’t never see a Brinks truck follow a hearse
I ain’t never see a dead man taking the stand
I ain’t never see a nigga swallow a bullet
And live to talk about it
‘Bout that bread, I drop a coffin ’bout it
You watched me go through hell, now watch me walk up out it
Nigga shit, that’s how I lost three million
Luckily was somethin’ in the ceiling, keep dealin ya