The suggestion Turkey was smuggling weapons to Al-Qaeda in Syria shows why Russia’s desire to halt ‘aid’ was a good idea

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New allegations that aid trucks to Syria from Turkey carried weapons for terrorists have surfaced. But it’s unlikely to convince those in the West to change their tune that Russia was wrong to want border crossings closed. 

In July 2020, there were those who self-righteously railed at Russia for allegedly denying humanitarian aid to Syrians. They screamed that in calling for crossings to be closed, Russia was attempting to starve and choke civilians in need of assistance. 

The Russian mission to the UN, however, maintains that ample aid is delivered from within Syria, via various agencies, including the UN. It argues that delivering aid from outside of Syria is no longer necessary, since most of the country has returned to peace and security. I haven’t come across a Russian representative who has stated so, but wonder if another reason Russia wanted cross-border ‘aid’ from Turkey halted was because it knew weapons were being smuggled to terrorists in Syria? 

On May 30, Sedat Peker, a Turkish mobster and former ally to Turkish President Recep Erdogan, published a new video in a series he has been releasing on criminal activities among Erdogan’s inner circle. In this latest video, Peker spoke of the weapons and vehicles sent to Al-Qaeda in Syria, and that the contractor behind these shipments was a company called SADAT, run by Erdogan’s former chief military advisor.

Turkish mobster Sedat Peker, former ally to President #Erdogan, revealed he shipped arms, military supplies, drones, vehicles to al-Nusra front in #Syria at the request of #Sadat, Turkish contractor run by Erdogan's former chief military advisor Adnan Tanriverdi. pic.twitter.com/AdqUxSyVVO

— Abdullah Bozkurt (@abdbozkurt) May 30, 2021

“Our trucks went under the name of Sedat Peker Aid Convoy. We knew other trucks that went on my behalf carried weapons. This was organized by a team within SADAT. No registration, no paperwork applied to these shipments that crossed directly [to Syria],” said Peker.

The revelations should not come as a surprise. In January 2013, the late journalist Serena Shim, as I wrote, exposed how terrorists and arms were smuggled into Syria from Turkey, noting World Food Organization trucks were being used. In October 2014, Shim was killed in a car accident, shortly after telling Press TV she feared for her life and that Turkish intelligence had accused her of being a spy. Her family, and inquiring journalists, believed it was down to Turkish foul play, noting the official story of Shim’s death changing. The US government didn’t investigate the suspicious death of one of its citizens in Turkey. 

As Shim reported, if WFO trucks were at one point used to smuggle arms into Syria, can you blame Russia or Syria if they are indeed sceptical of supposed ‘aid’ entering from Turkey?

But whenever the issue of aid crossing into Syria is brought up at the UN Security Council, the narrative is usually to ‘blame Russia’. Hysterical headlines aside, is it really likely that Russia, with the world’s eyes on its every move, is actually trying to starve civilians in Syria? It is Russia, remember, that has demined vast areas of Syria formerly occupied by terrorist factions in order for local people to be able to return to their areas. It is also Russia that delivered aid to Raqqa, the city completely flattened by the US and allies in the pretext of fighting terrorism. 

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Syria’s cross-border mechanism (CBM) began in 2014, when – due to the presence of terrorist groups – aid couldn’t be delivered from within the country. The Security Council established the CBM, with four crossings into Syria: two from Turkey, one from Iraq, the last from Jordan. In December 2019, all except the Bab al-Hawa crossing from Turkey were closed down, with aid being coordinated via Damascus. 

But as Russian representatives at the UN pointed out in a statement in July 2020, by then the situation had changed, with most of Syria back under the control of the government. Sending aid to those who need it can be done from within the country. Western media suggested that Syria would use the closure of crossings to starve its civilians, but the reality is that Damascus has consistently cooperated in sending aid, while the US has in the past stymied aid delivery. 

Russia’s statement also noted, “The UN still has no presence in Idlib de-escalation zone which is controlled by international terrorists and fighters. It’s not a secret that the terrorist groups control certain areas of the de-escalation zone and use the UN humanitarian aid as a tool to exert pressure on [the] civil population and openly make profit from such deliveries.”

But amid a round of finger pointing, the West and allies continued to criticise Russia for wanting to end the CBM. In response, the Russian Federation’s representative to the UN Security Council wondered whether the UN’s OCHA (Office for the Coordination of Humanitarian Affairs) could go to Idlib to see if terrorists occupying that region were respecting the Declaration of Commitment some had signed regarding aid deliveries. 

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This was a valid point, given that in areas previously occupied by terrorists, most civilians never saw the ample aid sent in by Syria and agencies. Terrorist groups controlled and hoarded the aid, from east Aleppo to Madaya to al-Waer, to eastern Ghouta. So it was by no means a stretch of the imagination to assume the same might play out in Idlib, particularly since the terrorists included factions from the aforementioned regions, who were bussed to Idlib as the cities and towns finally returned to peace. 

The Russian statement also addressed frenzied Western claims that the other closed crossings were the only means to send aid to civilians in the north-east of Syria. It read, “In total, since the beginning of 2020 when ‘Al Yarubiyah’ was closed, more humanitarian aid has been delivered to the north-east of Syria than in previous years.” 

Still the narrative continued, though, and in March 2021, the dictator of Human Rights Watch, Ken Roth, tweeted about “Putin starving Syria”, resurrecting the cries over the unnecessary, and closed, crossings. But his claim prompted an angry response from some.

If #Russia has shut border crossings it’s not to stop aid from reaching #Syria. It’ll be to stop illicit arms from crossing to known terrorists under the guise of USAID as we’ve witnessed in the past.Blaming 🇷🇺 for everything makes you sound like a petulant child.@EvaKBartlett

— Bird On A Mission (@suegrant54321) June 3, 2021

So who is actually starving civilians in Syria? Aside from terrorists hoarding food and denying it to the local people, there are more significant reasons for their preventable suffering. And these are the West’s sanctions against them, particularly the June 2020 Caesar Act. 

Last year, James Jeffrey, the then US Special Representative for Syria Engagement, was quoted as saying the latest sanctions would contribute to the fall of the Syrian pound. What a wonderful way to “protect” Syrians. In US parlance, “protect” means “starve.”

As I walk around Damascus, I ask about the cost of food, and whether people can afford to feed their families. Most say their salaries aren’t sufficient: food prices have skyrocketed, salaries have not. Most describe adopting a more vegetarian diet – chicken and meats are too expensive to have more than once a month, or at all. 

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Furthermore, there is the US occupation forces’ thieving or destroying of Syrian resources. On that, Dr. Bashar Ja’afari, in his former post as Syria’s permanent representative to the UN, in June 2020, said, “When the United States daily steals 200,000 barrels of oil from the Syrian oil fields, 400,000 tons of cotton, 5,000,000 sheep and sets fire to thousands of hectares of wheat fields, and deliberately weakens the value of the Syrian pound, and when it imposes coercive economic measures aiming to choke the Syrian people and occupying parts of the Syrian lands, and when the US representative expresses her concern over the deteriorating situation of the Syrian citizen’s living conditions the logical question will be are not these acts the symptoms of political schizophrenia?”

But as usual the US and its allies blame Russia and Syria for the suffering in Syria, whitewashing their own very long litany of crimes there. 

Although the smuggling of weapons and terrorists via Turkey has been openly known for years, it’s rather amusing that it takes a petty mobster, and not Western media or leadership, to draw new attention to it. No, as terrorists use those weapons to fight the Syrian government (and rival terrorist factions, and civilians), the West is only concerned about blaming Russia and Syria. Ten years of lies and war against the people of Syria just aren’t enough for America and its allies.

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Lori Harvey Celebreates 24th Birthday With Steve Harvey & New BF Michael B. Jordan

Lori Harvey celebrated her birthday with her family and new bae.

Amid going public with their relationship on social media, Lori Harvey and Michael B. Jordan are celebrating the model’s 24th birthday at an intimate get-together with loved ones. Harvey and other members of her family shared snippets of the celebration online, which appeared to be a good time.

With everyone stylishly dressed, a bangers-only playlist on rotation, and lights dripping from the ceiling for the ambiance, the bash was underway. Lori was clad in a black halterneck leather dress and black high heels. In one of the clips on Instagram, her stepdad Steve Harvey was seen dressed in a bright-colored suit looking as dapper as we’d expect the TV star to be.

On her Instagram Story, Lori Harvey shared a video of her reflection on the LED dance floor with her Black Panther star boyfriend making a cameo when he basically video bombed the clip. Earlier that day on the platform, Lori posted a series of photos with the simple caption, “24,” which served as a message board for birthday wishes.

Michael B. Jordan was among those who wished the model a happy birthday writing, “Gimmie!! Sheeesh!!” with the drooling emojis under the photos of the model in sheer white leggings and a corset top with cake smushed all over her fingers. “Happy birthday Turtle!!” Jordan added. The actor probably got what he was asking for later that night, but one could only figure based on the vibe of the party we were all privy to on social media.

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The comment garnered hundreds of responses, including one from the birthday girl herself who wrote, “thank you nugget.” Jordan, who is ten years her senior, will be celebrating his birthday next month as well, so we’re expecting their romantic high to maintain its altitude for the foreseeable future.

Just last year, Lori was celebrating her 23rd birthday in Jamaica with her family, friends, and then-boyfriend Future. Sources say the model is trying a new approach with her current relationship, which is why the couple only confirmed their romance recently after months of speculation. Do you think we will get a glimpse of what Lori’s new man got her for her birthday?

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Jordan to reopen hotels, cafes in further easing of COVID-19 lockdown

June 4, 2020 / 3:37 PM / Updated 2 hours agoJordan to reopen hotels, cafes in further easing of COVID-19 lockdownSuleiman Al-Khalidi

A worker wears a protective suit while spraying disinfectant in a mosque to prevent the spread of the coronavirus disease (COVID-19) after the government announced that it will open places of worship to worshipers from tomorrow in Amman, Jordan, June 4, 2020. REUTERS/Muhammad Hamed

AMMAN (Reuters) – Jordan said on Thursday it would reopen hotels and cafes, allow sporting events without spectators and shorten a night curfew as of Saturday, further easing its coronavirus lockdown that has hit the aid-dependent economy.

But Prime Minister Omar al-Razzaz told reporters that while Jordan had now returned to near normality, it would now toughen enforcement of social distancing to ensure there was no risk of a resurgence of infections.

Jordan has withstood the COVID-19 pandemic better than most regional neighbours after taking early steps in mid-March to restrict the mobility of its 10 million people, sealing its borders, imposing a state of emergency and a night curfew.

The government in recent weeks relaxed some measures that had throttled the economy, reopening most businesses and factories to avert mass layoffs and bankruptcies. The economy was already struggling with sluggish growth before the crisis.

Officials said the latest loosening of lockdown measures was prompted by a sharp drop in new infections to less than 10 a day over the past week. There have been 757 confirmed cases of the COVID-19 lung disease and just 9 deaths during the outbreak.

Razzaz said the economy was still reeling from the impact, estimating a contraction of at least 3% compared to the International Monetary Fund’s 2.1% growth forecast before the health crisis. It is Jordan’s first contraction since 1990.

The closure of firms and disruption of tourism, a critical source of foreign currency, have choked the economy while layoffs by troubled companies are expected to erode middle-class living standards and deepen poverty among low income groups.

The government, which had earlier announced it would reopen mosques on Friday, said the night curfew would be shortened from Saturday to begin at midnight rather than 7 p.m., and day-long curfews in place every Friday were being scrapped.

But cinemas, public parks, universities, schools and nurseries will remain closed and any activity involving close social mingling, including weddings, banned, officials said.

Palestinians extend coronavirus state of emergency to June 5

May 5, 2020 / 8:20 AM / in an hourPalestinians extend coronavirus state of emergency to June 5

RAMALLAH (Reuters) – Palestinian President Mahmoud Abbas has extended to June 5 a state of emergency declared in areas under his administration in the Israeli-occupied West Bank in response to the coronavirus crisis, the official news agency Wafa said on Tuesday.

First announced two months ago, the state of emergency heralded a full lockdown that confined Palestinians to their homes, except for essential travel. Border crossings with Israel and Jordan were closed.

But conditions were eased last month, with some businesses allowed to open in the hope of reviving the paralysed Palestinian economy. On Sunday, Abbas’s administration allowed tens of thousands of Palestinians labourers to resume jobs in Israel.

Mosques and educational institutions remain closed and Palestinian authorities are still banning public congregations.

The Palestinians have reported 345 coronavirus cases and two deaths in the West Bank, where some 3 million Palestinians live.

In the Gaza Strip, a Palestinian territory under the control of Abbas’s Islamist Hamas rivals, 17 cases have been reported among a population of some 2 million. Hamas has shuttered Gaza’s mosques and schools and restricted large gatherings, but said a full lockdown was not necessary.

The West Bank and Gaza are 40 km (25 miles) apart and separated by Israel.

Jordan eases coronavirus curfew and reopens more businesses

April 27, 2020 / 7:40 PM / Updated an hour agoJordan eases coronavirus curfew and reopens more businessesSuleiman Al-Khalidi

AMMAN (Reuters) – Jordan on Monday eased restrictions on movement aimed at containing the spread of the coronavirus and allowed more businesses to reopen to help jump-start the cash-strapped economy, officials said.

FILE PHOTO: A general view shows a closed-down part of Al-Nasr area, amid the coronavirus disease (COVID-19) outbreak, in Amman, Jordan, April 15, 2020. REUTERS/Muhammad Hamed

Residents of the capital can now drive their private vehicles as of Wednesday between 0800 and 1800 in the first such move since a nationwide curfew nearly 40 days ago that ordered the country’s population of 10 million to stay at home.

Public transport and taxi services would also now resume with passenger restrictions and compulsory wearing of face masks and gloves, government spokesman Amjad Adailah.

The relaxation in curbs on movement in the capital follows a similar move last week in southern Jordan, including the Red Sea port city of Aqaba.

The government imposed the curfew shortly after the monarch enacted an emergency law that paralyzed daily life, and ordered shops and firms to close, leaving many daily wage earners struggling without pay.

Minister of Trade and Industry Tariq Hammouri said barbershops, beauty parlors, dryclean and cosmetics shops could now open in the latest string of small businesses from garments to flower shops and furniture outlets that can resume normal work.

“We hope to ease all restrictive measures with the passing of days as the (virus) threat recedes,” Hammouri said.

The government of Prime Minister Omar al Razzaz won praise for quick moves that were some of the world’s strictest measures to contain the COVID-19 pandemic, but the economic impact has deepened, with growing criticism by business lobbies.

It has carried out over 60,000 tests and detected 449 cases, many of whom have recovered. There have been seven deaths.

“Our duty now is to revive our economy and our health and we are able to do that,” Health Minister Saad Jaber said.

Government offices however will remain shut until after the fasting month of Ramadan which is expected to end around May 23 and also schools and universities.

The country’s airports and border crossing with its neighbours Syria, Iraq, Saudi Arabia and Israel are still closed to passenger traffic.

The economy has been battered with the tourism sector, a main source of foreign currency especially hard hit due to global travel disruptions.

The latest relaxation allow construction firms and many firms beyond pharmaceuticals, fertilisers and the agriculture sector that have kept operating but with lower staffing levels.

The crisis has thrown into doubt International Monetary Fund-backed growth estimates of 2.1 % for 2020 and officials expect the economy to contract for the first time since 1990.

The country’s record $42 billion public debt, equivalent to 97 percent of GDP, is expected to exceed 100%, with extra financing to cushion the negative impact of the crisis, officials say.

Lil Tecca – Senorita Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Yeah, yeah
Kio, Kio
Yeah, yeah, oh
Buh, buh, buh, buh (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Lately niggas been worried ’bout Tecca, nigga
You want me, how you gonna do better, nigga?
Bet on myself, how the fuck I’m a better, nigga?
They got me feeling like shit like I’m just a nigga
Talk about me, how the fuck I’ma let a nigga?
He took a shower, yeah, that TEC had to wet a nigga
And shawty left him, yeah, she seen I’m the better nigga
I evolve from human to gold, like caterpillar
Yeah, why you be worried about me? (Yeah)
You hit me, I leave ’em on seen (Yeah)
He a junkie, he be off the codeine (Yeah)
They look up to me, I’m only sixteen (Yeah)
I got a TEC, it go, “Bap, bap, bap” (Yeah)
They hit on my bitch and they snap and they clap (Yeah)
I feel like Chris Brown, I’m on top when I dance (Yeah)
She want me inside, like a crease in her pants

[Verse 1]
I’m never hot ’cause I got a lot of fans
Best fans, Tecca stans
Sold out stands, Tecca stans
DSR, FaZe Clan
I don’t gotta flex, ’cause I know I’m the man
I got a bad lil’ eater
Don’t know her, call her señorita
McDonald’s, can’t five star feed her (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Lately niggas been worried ’bout Tecca, nigga
You want me, how you gonna do better, nigga?
Bet on myself, how the fuck I’m a better, nigga?
They got me feeling like shit like I’m just a nigga
Talk about me, how the fuck I’ma let a nigga?
He took a shower, yeah, that TEC had to wet a nigga
And shawty left him, yeah, she seen I’m the better nigga
I evolve from human to gold, like caterpillar
Yeah, why you be worried about me? (Yeah)
You hit me, I leave ’em on seen (Yeah)
He a junkie, he be off the codeine (Yeah)
They look up to me, I’m only sixteen (Yeah)
I got a TEC, it go, “Bap, bap, bap” (Yeah)
They hit on my bitch and they snap and they clap (Yeah)
I feel like Chris Brown, I’m on top when I dance (Yeah)
She want me inside, like a crease in her pants

[Verse 2]
Run up the girl, had to run it up, baby
German lil’ shawty, she ride a Mercedes
I get the drip, I’m drippin’ on the daily
He talkin’ on ‘Gram but, no, he can’t face me
His bitch can Face me, bitch can taste me
Laced the nigga, gave him rabies
Ketamine, I got lazy
Blue, yellow, Jordan, Lanies

[Chorus]
Lately niggas been worried ’bout Tecca, nigga
You want me, how you gonna do better, nigga?
Bet on myself, how the fuck I’m a better, nigga?
They got me feeling like shit like I’m just a nigga
Talk about me, how the fuck I’ma let a nigga?
He took a shower, yeah, that TEC had to wet a nigga
And shawty left him, yeah, she seen I’m the better nigga
I evolve from human to gold, like caterpillar
Yeah, why you be worried about me? (Yeah)
You hit me, I leave ’em on seen (Yeah)
He a junkie, he be off the codeine (Yeah)
They look up to me, I’m only sixteen (Yeah)
I got a TEC, it go, “Bap, bap, bap” (Yeah)
They hit on my bitch and they snap and they clap (Yeah)
I feel like Chris Brown, I’m on top when I dance (Yeah)
She want me inside, like a crease in her pants

[Outro]
Uh
Uh (Tecca stans)
Uh (Tecca stans)
Uh (Tecca stans)

Bas – Nirvana Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1: B. Lewis]
Get you, get you on the floor
Kitchen table, say no more
Got you up against the door
Run it up ’til the morning
Never trippin’, on the low
Hit it fast, hit it slow
Run it up ’til the morning

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Post-Chorus: Bas and B. Lewis]
Every time, my favorite times are wastin’ time with you
Love you sober, love you older, love you always, through
Forever might not need no wedding ring
Nowhere I’d rather be but here with you
This world, the seven seas, the Heavens too
No part of it I see compare with you

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low (Oh)
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Verse 2: Bas]
Yeah
That’s a fact, scientific
What’s a Jordan with no Scottie Pippen?
I’ll be Scottie, baby, you the greatest
Got no problems givin’ you the praises
Cop a drop for you, the new Mercedes
You deserve the latest
Bein’ honest, I could loop you daily
Baby, you is something like my favorite playlist
But I could never play you like the stereo from Shea Stadium
It ain’t Shea Stadium, but these days
It ain’t rented and it auto-park
And she got back like a photobomb
Throw that ass back, no photoshop
Independent, had to shoot my shot (Ayy)
Uber Eats, big movie screens
Shit, fuck, and sleep
I could do this all day

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low (Oh)
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Post-Chorus: Bas and B. Lewis]
Every time, my favorite times are wastin’ time with you
Love you sober, love you older, love you always, through
Forever might not need no wedding ring
Nowhere I’d rather be but here with you
This world, the seven seas, the heavens too
No part of it I see compare with you

Chief Keef – Posse Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Like skuduskur, I got the ripper (Ripper)
And I won’t hesitate to rip you (To rip you)
Start running, you’ll see that line up
Fly and get caught in this shit like a zipper (Like a zipper)
Got wiz like Chipper the Ripper (The Ripper)
Call my Glock “Oz”, bitch no Wizard (No Wizard)
I’m Jordan when he played with the Bulls in ’96 (Bulls ’96)
You Jordan when he played with the Wizards (With the Wizards)
Lil’ hacking ass bitch, where the whistle? (Where the whistle?)
Chop the 808, bitch, no scissors (No scissors)
Come through for some more, no Metro (No Metro)
Hit a nigga, bet I won’t miss him (Won’t miss him)
Draw on a nigga, no pencil (No pencil)
How you want it? Got the utensils (Utensils)
Big 30 on me, got me limping (Got me limping)
Nigga, what the fuck you want for Christmas? (Want for Christmas?)

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Your posse)

[Verse 2]
Fucking on a nigga bitch, she like it hard (Like it hard)
When it comes to car, it’s fast (It’s fast)
Only getting out my car for the cash (For the cash)
Or the click-clack, send a nigga shots (Shots)
Got a lion for the fur, no fox (No fox)
Pussy, don’t be dumb, box of rocks (Box of rocks)
I be getting off the Hi-Tech (Hi-Tech)
Bitch told me she like that Ciroc (The ‘Roc)
Only thing I run from is Narcs (Narcs)
Won’t push you to do shit, nigga, bullets force (Bullets force)
Pussy nigga got a whole bunch of horse (Horse)
Power, sending shots, East, West, South, North (South, North)
What you looking at? You know I got the torch (Got the torch)
Still stomp a nigga in these Air Force’s (Air Force)
Can’t wife that bitch, she’s a whore (She’s a whore)
Pussy, I’m the plug, fuck your cord (With a cord)
Watch my car eat a nigga, like Pac-Man (Like Pac-Man)
Tap the trigger and it make a nigga tapdance
Tap the pedal and it make a nigga go ham (Go ham)
110 in a fucking 55, man (55, man)
Hop out the whip, looking like Batman (Like Batman)
Got money and power, like ass, man (Like ass, man)
I be balling like I’m Kobe, you’re Juwanna Mann (Go cray)
Shoot my own shit, fuck a nigga hand (Fuck a nigga hand)

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Your posse)

Dave – Streatham Lyrics

[Intro]
Look

[Chorus]
I grew up in Streatham
Teachers was givin’ man tests
Same time the mandem were givin’ out testers
I got peng tings givin’ man stress
I ain’t gotta sex it, message or text it
I don’t wanna do you and I
Like I’m in Leicester skippin’ my lectures
We used to ride ’round all reckless

[Verse 1]
Stolen ‘peds, that’s Geely and Vespas
And the feds called my broski restless
Said he got a charge in the car, no Tesla
And everybody ’round me rowdy
I walk in, tell the jeweler, “Wow me”
If you’re talkin’ ’bout P’s just ‘low me
19, I put 19 on an Audi
I’ll never forget that day that I found me the cutest caramel brownie
And the chest and back both bouncy
Trust me, everyting shake, no Saudi
My G just came out for a shooting
And Ramz done a madness, charting
Say that man got something in common
‘Cause trust me, both of their tings been barking
If you see him at a drink, cut parking
Do it like Jordan, run up and spark him
My G’s been on badness, way before they had a moustache like Stalin
And this ting’s all love and hate, ’cause a lot of man love to hate
My young G done draws and eights
Now he’s cuttin’ through bricks like the 1-1-8
And I ain’t on indirects, diss me, and I take that personal
How you gassed off a note that’s purple?
Bet you never got it off white like Virgil
Two men and an angry murk
That’s war wit’ a German, Winston Churchill
It’s mad when man wanna murk you
But you know you gotta be in by curfew
And I seen a lot of man get pressured, why?

[Chorus]
I grew up in Streatham
And teachers was givin’ man tests
Same time mandem were givin’ out testers
I got peng tings givin’ man stress
I ain’t gotta sex it, message or text it
I don’t wanna do you and I
Like I’m in Leicester skippin’ my lectures
We used to roll ’round all stupid

[Verse 2]
Mitcham Lane, that’s Streatham and Tooting
I’m in East tryna link my girl
‘Cause I’ve got a baby, a crossbow like Cupid
Man are dead or in jail, that’s useless
Tell a yute, “If you’ve got a brain, then use it”
Now I drive past man I went school with
You was the cool kid, now you look clueless
And I’m still tryna tell man, “Fuck the Audi, switch it for a Benz”
When you’re tryna make it out the ends
Friends of enemies are enemies
And enemies of enemies are friends
Fuck the Benz, I switch it for a Beamer
Tell the dealer, “Need a bigger litre”
He told me he’s on me when he sees me
I barely remember why we’re beefin’

[Chorus]
But I grew up in Streatham
And teachers was givin’ man tests
Same time mandem were givin’ out testers
I’ve got peng tings givin’ me stress
Nudes in the message, put in an effort
But I don’t need a me and you
Like when a chef would eat at his restaurant

Offset – Father of 4 Lyrics

[Intro: Big Rube]
Yeah, you already know what it is (Swerve)
It’s noisy off the set path
How can I make choices I’ve yet to discover we have?
Must need rehab
If you think you know me from the facets they show these folks to get money, I gotta laugh
How funny it is you don’t realize the skill lies in knowing within the truth there’s still lies
It’s called being civilized
But not to trivialize your belief in the semi-fictionalized
I am who you see
What you hear is part of me
But there’s so much more to me
So much more to be than just alive
A son, a brother, a husband, a father
But still can go even farther
Wish and will, can go harder
In that time, I went the hardest
More than this generic term “artist.”
A reality smith, you love my craftsmanship
Because I craft some shit to make my people proud
And so I speak aloud, but not loud enough yet
Or as loud as I can get
They think I ain’t a threat
But all preconceived notions, I’ve arrived
To Offset

[Chorus: Offset]
I was 17 years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn’t there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, I wasn’t rich, and had no workplace
My son Kody, he three, rappin’ already like me
Ridin’ in the car, you don’t play me, then he gon’ scream

[Verse 1: Offset]
Kalea, you my first, first daughter
I missed the first years of your life, I’m sorry
Tell the truth, I ain’t really know if I was your father
Tell the truth, I really don’t even know your mama
But I had to step up, my daddy had left us
Even though we gotta catch up, pray to God that he bless us
I’ma keep grindin’ for my kids, never gon’ let up
I’ma put the money up for y’all, I can’t be selfish
Had a baby as a kid, mama kicked me out
Had to go and hit a lick, tryna put food in your mouth
Then I got caught for the shit, in the pen when she pushed you out
Your mama tried to push me down, ain’t let me stay at the house

[Chorus: Offset]
I was 17 years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn’t there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, I wasn’t rich, and had no workplace
My son Kody, he three, rappin’ already like me
Ridin’ in the car, you don’t play me, then he gon’ scream

[Verse 2: Offset]
I’m a father of four, gotta get that cash, gold
Keep my past closed, ‘member I ain’t had no dough
Spend a big bag on clothes, Gucci from the head to toes
Not two, not three, all four, that’s all they know
Kulture, remind me of my grandma, feel like she is closer
Gotta thank your mama, she hold me like holsters
Gotta protect her from the world, I can’t even post her
Ups and downs in this fame, roller coaster
If I don’t ball, then everything ’round me fall
I’m prayin’ to God to watch my kids, that’s my all…

[Chorus: Offset]
I was 17 years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn’t there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, I wasn’t rich, and had no workplace
My son Kody, he three, rappin’ already like me
Ridin’ in the car, you don’t play me, then he gon’ scream

Tory Lanez – Say Ahh Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
It’s the remix baby
Hahahah, yeah
Tory-mix
Ahh, ugh, ahh
Ay, ahh
Jeval, what it is nigga?
Rimes, you already know what it is
T-Lanez, yeah

[Verse]
Man I’m flyer than a flight that’s not delayed
I got bills like a phone that’s not prepaid
And you can claim on top, not VJ
Shawty scratch me like my 5 top DJ’s
I got my sneak’s laced pretty like my G’s face
Might see J’s, Jordan’s on ’em like a keychain
Please, I’m sleepin’ on ’em like my PJs
T-Lanez the shit while these other niggas pee stains
I’ma [?] a star baby, I’ma [?] a Marley
I’ma meet you at the [?] mall I don’t give a [?] at all
So open wide baby, I’ll give you a billion
You’ll say ahh like your Christina Million
The alcohol I’m on got me feelin’ really gone
I can give you really long D
You can get if from me
If you really want, get it on, spit it on beat
Just leave it round 3
And your girl talk shit, she only talk about me
So wait wait wait
Let’s really talk about shit
She she she, she be singin’ songs, talk ’bout how we get it on
Never been a kill at all, hop into that yellow thong
They think I’m hella wrong the way that I just send ’em home
I’m like [?] gum, I last extra long
These hoes be blowin’ me like a saxaphone
I ain’t muscle-buildin’ but them bitches what flex I’m on
I’m like [?] killin’ all pedestrians
Hands on your girl like a nigga got extra palms
Extra arms, extra long like an extended song
I could pull a nigga girl like a dresser drawer
And I be killin’ nigga’s girls with they dresses on
And send the order to the bar, I need extra [?]
They say they drink but a nigga say a extra ahh
I’ma like Amario, I get it in, now stretch your jaw

[Outro]
Yeah Trey
Say ahh, ahh

Key Glock – Talk My Shit Lyrics

[Intro]
Hit ’em with the Jab
Buddah Bless this beat

[Verse 1]
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit
They like who the fuck is this with this ice ass wrist? (Glock)
And this fresh ass fit and this bad ass bitch
How the fuck he get her? Man, this bitch too thick
I’m courtside in Dior
Yeah I’m courtside with your daughter (Yeah, yeah)
Chicken strips and fries what I order, uh
And please don’t forget the honey mustard (Baby, please, uh)
She like she gotta pee, I said, “Go, ho,” I can’t miss the quarter (Go)
I do this shit with ease, I put the E in extortion (Yeah)
But I been comin’ down lately ’cause I been tourin’, yeah
Madison Square Garden, I seen ‘Bron score 40, uh (On God)
Man, I swear to God, in New York I had my forty (New York)
Money real tall so you cannot call me Shorty (Uh-uh)
With the same gang, never change, just like Jordan
My bankroll enormous, just like Norbit
Girlfriend, yup, got them big Benjamins
Big backends, yup, big dividends (Racks)
And that Benz, it’s so fast, it blend in with the wind
I need a house so big that the den got a den (Goddamn, the fuck?)

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (On God)
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Verse 2]
Young nigga lit (Lit)
This young nigga lit (Yeah)
I hit my first lick and didn’t look back ever since, uh
Nigga, that ain’t this, yeah, I need every cent (Yeah)
I need mine like a pimp (Yeah), six figures on my fit (Yeah)
Let me kick my shit (What?), these shoes cost your rent
Bitch can’t get shit, might just give her a hint (Bitch)
I park the whip in the VIP, but I didn’t get some lip (Yeah)
On my pistol I grip (Fire), the only time I bust quick, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit (Hold up)
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (Yeah)
Bitch, let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Outro]
Glizzock

Juice WRLD – Jordan Lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like Jordan

[Verse 1]
I’m like woah, I’m like woah
I want you, yeah you know
That’s for sure, that’s for sure
I seen you at the door
I’m like woah, “who are you?”
You so pretty, yeah you know
I’m like woah, get a clue
Yeah I want you as my own
I’m like woah
I see you ballin’ baby
I see you ballin’ baby
I’m like ayy, I don’t do no talkin’ baby
I’m like ayy, you know you offin’ baby
Yeah you know that you offin’ baby
Yeah you hate me [?]
You know that you so gorgeous
I’ve been [?]
I would tell you the future, but I’m not trying to spoil it

[Chorus]
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like, ayy
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like, ayy

[Verse 2]
You know, you know you ballin’
Your phone, you know I’m callin’
In love with you, I’m fallin’
I want to give you all me
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you gorgeous
I wanna see you in the mornin’
I’m like woah, I wanna hold you in the rain when it’s pourin’
I’m like woah, I wanna take you on the road when I’m tourin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you know that you’re scorin’
You know that you ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Wanna see you in the mornin’
You know that [?] take on tour
I wanna see you in the mornin’
You are so gorgeous

[Outro]
I’m like woah
I’m like woah, ayy
I can’t let you go
I’ma hold you close, ayy, ayy
I’m like woah

BlocBoy JB – Woah Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, I just went to-
Ha (and I’m in that motherfucker fly)
Yeah (hold up, with the [?] gon’ die)
Aye (pull up with the bitch right now)
Mm (she gon’ suck me, pacifier)
Yeah (I don’t even, I don’t even, hold up)
Oof (yeah, yeah, yeah, aye)
Damn, Denaro

[Verse 1]
I got them keys like Alicia (Alicia)
Your bitch on my side just like a beeper (word)
I be fuckin’ on a skeezer (huh)
Aye, bitch, I smoke indica, I don’t do sativa (gas)
Fuck on your bitch on the first night I meet her (I meet her)
One thing I hate is to follow the leader (that’s on my momma)
Plenty hoes in the mall, I’m a cheater (yeah)
Rock and roll with your bitch, I’m the Beatles (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)

[Verse 2]
I’m lyrical, I load the Glock while I’m eatin’ my cereal
Check out the Gucci and Louis material
You spent your backends at Superior (huh)
That’s what it cost to purchase my interior (yeah)
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show
Play with me, bitch, I’ma light your (brr)
Load up- load up the Glocks, Dracos, and them .40s
Shoot from the line like I’m Jordan (swish)
You- you on that line like you snortin’, aye (that blow)
That’s why you feel so important (I know)
So many Glocks, need an endorsement (woah)
Might get the G on my face (space)
Sp-sp-speakin’ of Gs, I’m a Grape (Crip)
Bl-Bl-BlocBoy JB be the great (Crip, Crip)
Bitch, I teach lessons, so who is you testin’?
My gun don’t make noise, I call for compression
Soft like ranch dressing, I’m fly like the Jetsons
You went to jail and you made a confession
Ooh, you told (yeah)
Why would you tell on your bros? (Huh)
We at- we at your door like Jehov’ (word)
Strap your legs up, tie ’em up like Girbauds (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah, ha), woah, woah (woah, ha)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)

[Outro]
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (light show)
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (that’s on my momma)
Ice cold (word), BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (word, word)
Ice cold (huh), BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, woah, Clay, woah

Fetty Wap – Bruce Wayne Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah (thank you Fizzle)
Yeah, alright

[Chorus]
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay

[Verse]
Smash nigga, I just spent 200 on a Audi
A fast car, lock in 12, speedin’ on the highway
Gang with me, fuck opps, we gon’ do this our way
Playin’ with me? We gon’ breeze through his driveway
Hangin with me, rollin’ weed like it’s Friday
Doors on my car, they go up, they go sideways
Bon Appetit, let me eat, let me eat
Let a nigga know, is it beef, is it beef
Somethin’ in the air, Batman in the streets
Jordan 14’s, Batman on my feet
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, stock’s up, come and see
I put diamonds on my neck, and my watch cost a fee, yeah

[Chorus]
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay

Lawrence Rothman – Jordan lyrics

[Intro]
I’ve lived long enough
Long enough in shame
Long enough
Long enough in shame

[Verse 1]
I live in a world that I’m not a boy or girl
I’m not alone, not human or animal
Truly would you die for me, die for me?
You know I’d die for you
Sorry, never thought I’d fall in love with my best friend

[Chorus]
After everything you’ve done
I know I’m the only one
Who’s bad for me, bad for me, bad for me

[Verse 2]
You crash into my vision like a spirit with no latitude
No need to understand anything as long as I do
For the life of me, life of me, life of me
I chose to care for you
Kinda always knew I’d found love with my best friend, Jordan

[Chorus]
After everything you’ve done
I know I’m not the only one
Who’s bad for me, bad for me, bad for me
There’s nothing left to say
There’s no blood left in my veins
‘Cause I’m bad for me, I’m bad for me, so bad for me

[Outro]
I’ve lived long enough in shame, long enough in shame, long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame, long enough in shame, long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame, long enough in shame, long enough in shame
Long enough in shame, long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame, long enough in shame, long enough in shame
Jordan (x4)

Travis Scott – Watch lyrics

[Intro: O’Shaunesy Harley & Lil Uzi Vert]
…because it’s the last ride ever gonna, that I’m ever gonna take at Astroworld
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, f*ck her in the hallway
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy you learned the hard way
Not with all the talkin’, turned it to a closed case
Look, bullets got duller, and it’s vanilla, all white, that Plain Jane, yeah
The Rolls goin’ better, hundred or better
I took the money and flooded my bezel
You diamond to rock, computed the setting
VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle
I popped a molly to get on my level
Rockin’ that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater
Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven
Met her at 10, f*cked that girl at 11
Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon?
Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, f*ck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
On the south side of town gettin’ me a bald fade
Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take (it’s lit)
No can’t trust her, she gon’ leave us all laced (laced)
Bust a bankroll in the club, where’s Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like woah (yeah, yeah, alright)
Yeah they really want my soul (yeah)
That can never go (straight up)
Angel in the snow (what?)
Always leave me cold (iced)
Leave it on the floor (what?)
She slidin’ from the pole like woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put it on speed
You in ivory is all I need (skrrt)
All agree, we gon’ skip the tees, go bare like trees (trees)
It’s stuck in heat, we go with the dawgs and then we flee
Way this summer goin’ I might start my summer leave
Every young nigga get a check and get a team
Yeah, man’s on the front line ’cause man’s on his deen
No small faces, it’s just an AP beamin’

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, f*ck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie
Your sh*t rockless, my sh*t hockey goalie
You should gon’ hide it, man it’s too bad
Like a bald nigga still wearin’ du-rags, ha
Israeli guards, boy please be mindful
Don’t have words with me ’cause I got a mind full
I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld
Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield
Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills
Bet my wifey stay close, she know I’m on my Bezos
Opioid addiction, pharmacy’s the real trap
Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack
One year it’s Illuminati, next year it’s the Sunken Place
They don’t want me to change, nah, nigga run in place
I need someone else to make this drink, because
You don’t understand the juice to vodka ratio
That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what?
Never trust a bartender that don’t drink, bitch

[Outro: Kylie Jenner]
Bust down Rollies, bust down Rollies
And I told him I wanted to have a bust down baby

Skizzy Mars – American Dream Lyrics

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Verse 1]
Look at them
Uh
How to make it in America
Real nigga, day one, ain’t a lot of us
Mom worked two jobs, it was hard for us
Me and sis made it out, now she proud of us
They ain’t teach me how to rap in those private schools
Wasn’t like my rich friends, had a lot to lose
Less money, less options, lot of rules
So when that first deal came it was opportune
And shawty got potential, I scout that
She say she in love, but I doubt that
Maybe it’s the drugs or the clout
I get love in the north, I get love in the south, yeah
Shawty claim she a feminist and her ex man feminine
God damn girl you know that he average
God damn girl you know I’m a savage

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Verse 2]
New money
Now I’m in the Benz truck with a new honey
Yeah, they said I wouldn’t make it
I’m like, “You funny”
Laughing at my haters like, “You dummies”
The night is young, girl what can you do for me?
Six figures, five shows, big ballin’
Look, I’m very important
I took a break, had some things I had to get sorted
I might retire in my prime like I’m M. Jordan
Table dancing in South Hampton
Use the wine glasses for dirty fantas
We coolin’ out in the whip and I done damn near smashed every girl on my list
KD at the three, Djokovic with the racket
Phelps in the pool, I’m like Speith at the masters
God damn girl you know you a bad bitch
God damn girl you know I’m a savage

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Bridge]
Another day in the U.S.A
Just another day in America
Kids from my hood look up to the drug dealers
The system set us up for failure
I just wanna make enough to pay dividends
Then invest in black businesses
They teach us to hate what we see in the mirror
But it can’t break our spirit

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

2 Chainz – Role Model Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Teknikz & 2 Chainz]
See, we stacked down ’til we came up
And the same niggas we used to look up to
Now break bread with a nigga
Haha, Teknikz the muhfuckin’ DJ! Talk to em, Tit!
‘Member in school?
Teacher asked me what I want to be when I grow up, you know
You know, what I look up to
I told her I wanted to be the muhfuckin’ dopeman, you feel me?

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (yeah!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (okay!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (2 Chainz!)
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
As a young nigga, seen ‘em getting to the money
Told my mama, “One day I’ma be one of ‘em”
So many court dates, I’m damn near gone Sundays
Back in the day when ya safe was ya undies
And I can’t complain, I’m tryna take a plane to Onyx
Yeah I’m fly wit ya woman, I get high wit ya woman
They really can’t rap so these niggas started humming
As soon as they did, 12 start coming
You hear them drums? Give the drummer some
Nah (nah) for real, you need to give Drumma some
I looked up to the hustlas in the foreign cars
Who got that strong, Superman, that dun-ta-dun

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (yeah!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (yeah!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (2 Chainz!)
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley (okay)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I’m problematic, problem with the automatic
Close-knit shit, cut from a different fabric
Very necessary, d-boys are legendary
My Pops hustled, so do I, it’s hereditary
These niggas acting like girls, Tyler Perry stuff
Wanna get with me, I tell ‘em, “Neveruary 31st”
Under drugs, it was upstairs, say all I talk about
Is Gucci shoes, but I got more than one pair
One scale, two bales, and a cell phone
Give me two weeks, I turn this shit into the Velvet Room
Velvet rope, red carpet, inhaling smoke
Imagine getting awards just for selling dope

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley

[Verse 3: Dolla Boy]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Sip lean up, we drink out the gold bottles
New Vogues on Lacs like the old models
Wet paint, big feet, make it more hard
Came out the hood from a broken family
The streets was my teacher, they showed me no amnesty
Courts start attacking me, on top of that they adding fees
Stack cheese to stay up, but more important is lawyer fees
Coach said I was a point guard
But I’m posted up on the block and I go hard
Skills of a big man, nah, I’m a dope boy
Big bomb in the bushes, pistol in my ho car

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley

Gucci Mane – Dickriders Lyrics

[Intro]
The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?)
She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’
Proper-talking, bitch

[Hook]
A nigga got pregnant, he was dickriding so much
The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?)
She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’
Fake proper-talking, bitch be like “Please pass the Backwood” (what?)
Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back
What they say ’bout Guwop, stop the trap-shit, run it back
Big bro was a good boy, he sacked the quarterback
But I was just a hood-boy, bricks in my culdesac (brick)

[Verse]
Jordan number five, Gucci man, I’m still alive (whoa)
Domino, vamanos, pull up with a pie (domo)
Middle finger with the five, fuck the GBI (fuck ’em)
Mississippi, country nigga, crooked letter I (sip)
Matty with the eye, call me Patty with the pies (Patty)
I’m comin’ ov’, on the stove, look like I’m whippin’ rocks (skrrt)
Fuck her lookin in her eye, then I tell a lie
I’m leaving now, don’t tell her why, I just tell her “Bye” (bye)
Club full of side-hoes, giving the side-eye (side)
Pull up murk the parking lot, call it a drive-by (grrah)
She tired of the small-fry, she want the big guy (s’Gucci)
It’s a lot of niggas snitchin’, lot of niggas telling lies (liar)

[Hook]
A nigga got a pregnant, he was dickriding so much
The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?)
She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’
Fake proper-talking, bitch be like “Please pass the Backwood” (what?)
Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back
What they say ’bout Guwop, stop the trap-shit, run it back
Big bro was a good boy, he sacked the quarterback
But I was just a hood-boy, bricks in my culdesac (brick)

Vic Mensa – Rage Lyrics

(Intro)
Command, we’ve lost control
The engine’s bound to crash
The lightning strikes went bright
Do not go gently
It’s just my luck
You shot my bluff down from a thousand miles
I’m falling fast
I’m falling fast

(Chorus)
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to blaze into the light
Before your final flight
But boy, you’re fine, you’re fine
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to know, know you’re right
Before your final flight
Racing, racing, red eyes are burning rogue

(Verse 1)
I always wondered whether leaving meant something deeper than freedom
To be able to see everything I see when I’m sleeping
Ni**as waking up with no job, no mob lynching, we still hanging
White man telling ni**as to ball like Phil Jackson
Pray to Jordan, the play was enough to put up the bail
And a train don’t stop
And we ain’t have to ride the rails
Gas in the tank, hardly enough to make it home
They say home is where the hate is
I’m from where they kill their own
Probably film it on their phone, a generation addicted
To take knowledge and problems we face, and so conflicted
To take the burning road and just roll with the punches
Ni**as thought I was gone, I Derrick Rose from the trenches
Same fences we jumped as a shawty still in the way
Sometimes I wish I could fly far, far away
Where my sins fall down like pouring rain
I’m on slip my knot, hope I don’t fall again
Standing on my feet, I feel so small to look into space
It’s heavy just to stare up there and wonder what waits
So much we still don’t understand, still right in front of our face
I light a match, for the jets

(Chorus)
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to blaze into the light
Before your final flight
Before your final flight
But boy, you’re fine, you’re fine
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to know, know you’re right
Before your final flight
Before your final flight
Racing, racing, red eyes are burning rogue

(Bridge)
Riding a burning road
Running low, not a soul who could know
It’s every man who swept the burning ashes from the road

(Verse 2)
I put the halloween pistol out the trunk
Inside my mouth, if it was real, but I would dunk
That’s f**king done
How many thousand of kids would like to have mine?
Without a clue of the times I gave my life to have time
I’m tired of waiting
Tired of chasing pills that I’m tired of taking
Tired of court cases, tired of judges
Tired of saying f**k it
Tired of balling around the president, deciding this s**ts a gift
Two shots to life, only got one to live
You could lose it any night
Or down it in a fit
Or win a championship game
As a man I feel pain
As a king, I feel reign
Ask me how I deal with fame
As I write you from my basement
The cards ain’t changed yet
Ni**as on 47 still dealing the same shit
Rocks, blows, ducking cops and clothes
Came into the world naked, now I’m in all this BAPE shit
Tryna buy a Rolex, can’t even face time
I feel like it’s all wasted
The underground getting wasted
I spent 1500 on these bottles and this table
I shake it before I pop, I promise I’m not stable
But that boy do got horse power, ignore hours
These days I lose tracks of days, been years since I felt this way
Count on me to rage

(Outro)
Before the final flight
Before the final flight
I want you to rage
I want you to know, know you’re right

Fifth Harmony – Down (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci
Fifth Harmony

[Verse 1: Lauren]
I need somebody with some patience
‘Cause you know I got a temperament
And yeah, you got a reputation
Nothin’ that a little love can’t fix
There ain’t no kind of situation
Where I wouldn’t cross a line for you
FBI interrogation
I would get up there and lie for you

[Pre-Chorus: Dinah]
When push come to shove
You show me love
When push come to shove, aye

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 2: Normani]
You the type that I could bake for (bake for)
‘Cause baby, you know how to take that cake
And I’m the only one you wait for
‘Cause baby, you know that I’m worth the wait

[Pre-Chorus: Ally & (Lauren)]
When push come to shove
You show me love (you show me love)
When push come to shove, aye

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s like Bonnie and Clyde just walked in
A gangster and his bride just walked in
We on the same team and we ballin’
Got me showin’ off my ring like I’m Jordan
And I’ma hold you down like you hold me
And I’ll never tell a soul what you told me
When I was sittin’ in the cells is when you showed me
It takes a real one to put up with the old me
That’s why you in the coupe with the low seat
That’s why we at the game on the floor seats
My diamond that they seein’ from the nosebleeds
You make ’em mad, feel like you won a trophy

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani & Lauren & {Normani} & Dinah]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down {down, down, down, down}
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down (I’m gon’ love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (long as you’re lovin’ me, boy)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

Binary Star – Shogun (Waterworld 3 Album)

It’s so real
So ill
Swallow a pill
Gargle and spill
Oil
Automobile
Control the wheel
Burn Rubber appeal
Never let the motor chill
Seen more faces than Poker deals

Tank tops, bare arms
where the soldiers kill
Pythons
with Hogan appeal
Holdin’ the steel
Blazin’ guns

Raisin in the Sun
Hot as oat meal

I Write poems for thrill
They bite like a Doberman’s grill
Fade you like the Barber of a Seville
Maybe it’s over ya head
Maybe you over the hill
like O’Neal
It don’t take a Kobe to squeal

Or the Coffee holdin’ the milk
But not the Cream
get the money
dolla dolla bill
Fill the envelope
Nope
broken the seal

You’ coming up stiletto
We ballin’ like Wilt strollin’ on stilts
Fully built,
You think like the Wolf blowin’ at pigs
You’ too soft,
It feel like the wind blowing at silk

The rain blowing
the brainstorming
The lightening bolt on the hill
Verse electrifying eel
Power for a drill
In the flesh
Like the fangs Cobras reveal
Throw the staff like Moses will

Speaking of the spoken,
God-chosen
I throw’em a deal
Everybody know that it’s real/Isreal

Politics
Palestine
time to go for your shield
The only hope for Khalil
Muhammad spoke to Ji’bril
It’s less snow on the window sill
The more colder it feel

Devoted to explode it at will
Fuck ball, got bigger Jordan’s to fill
You Jack while I’m bonin’ my Jill
It’s the Bad Boy Daily
Coach of the Year
The moment you fear
Feel
Still
yeah

Fifth Harmony – Down Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci
Fifth Harmony

[Verse 1: Lauren]
I need somebody with some patience
‘Cause you know I got a temperament
And yeah, you got a reputation
Nothin’ that a little love can’t fix
There ain’t no kinda situation
Where I wouldn’t cross a line for you
FBI interrogation
I would get up there and lie for you

[Pre-Chorus: Dinah]
When push come to shove
You show me love
When push come to shove, aye

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 2: Normani]
You the type that I could bake for (bake for)
‘Cause baby, you know how to take that cake
And I’m the only one you wait for
‘Cause baby, you know that I’m worth the wait

[Pre-Chorus: Ally & (Lauren)]
When push come to shove
You show me love (you show me love)
When push come to shove, aye

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s like Bonnie and Clyde just walked in
A gangster and his bride just walked in
We on the same team and we ballin’
Got me showin’ off my ring like I’m Jordan
And I’ma hold you down like you hold me
And I’ll never tell a soul what you told me
When I was sittin’ in the cells is when you showed me
It takes a real one to put up with the old me
That’s why you in the coupe with the low seat
That’s why we at the game on the floor seats
My diamond that they seein’ from the nosebleeds
You make ’em mad, feel like you won a trophy

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani & Dinah]
Long as you’re holding me {down}, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (down, down, down)
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down (i’m gon’ love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (long as you’re lovin’ me, boy)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

24 – Ambkor letra

Letra Ambkor – 24

Mas solo que 1, son las 2, llevo 3 cubatas, mi mundo
Patas arriba y tu a 4 patas, un 5 no va a ser suficiente,
Ni un 6, demonio perdi mis 7 vidas y aun no te conozco,
Mas chulo que un 8, rozando el 9, aspirando al 10.(24)

No beses mis pies, mira mis ojos, un amor tan ciego
Acabara en la 11, no habia nada que decir pero
Follando nos dieron las 12, fuiste mi 14, mi cianuro en
La comida si 14 vidas son 2 gatos aun nos queda vida.

Eh que hiko de p*ta que flow del 15, cuando salgo
al campo los novatis fingen esquinzes y aun queda
alguno que pregunta cuanto amor le pongo, perdi
la virginidad a los 16 con mi rap de fondo, compongo

Lo que quiero p*ta eso es asi, lo rompo porque me
Rompi, soy un p*to Beatlen suena 17, mas
de 18 ya en DNI, sigues oyendome a mi, no tengo
mucho que decir por eso guardo, mas atractivo por

Callar que por contarlo, si vas sl golf ve al hoyo 19,
es mi consejo, 20 cigarillos y lo dejo, ni saben ni
quien sin, le preguntan al espejo, ho me miro al espejo
y me toco con mi reflejo, soy un nino que teme ser

Viejo, en el siglo 21 tu con Iphone yo con Ron Anejo,
22 jugones hoy habra partido, tu eres el 23 y yo tu
Versuri-lyrics.info
Jordan condenado a estar contigo.

24, me matas o te mato, yo ya no hago tratos con
novatos, pasare a la historia y quiero mi retrato si
empiezas por mi polla shh..

24, me matas o te mato, yo ya no hago tratos con
novatos, pasare a la historia y quiero mi retrato, si
empiezas por mi polla tienes para rato. lobo negro,
Ambkor, hemos vuelto a hacerlo, es lo que hay loca, que maravilla.
Ambkor letras
Video Ambkor

Termanology – We’re Both Wrong (feat. Saigon)

[Verse 1: Saigon]
How could we have respect for you?
Look what we subjected to
Supposed to serve and protect
You acting all unprofessional
Restraining a man is not grabbing him by his testicles
Sucker getting a gun and a badge and get disrespectful
I’ll tell you why this shit is so stressful
’cause we been going through it since we came to America
On a vessel
Pick up a social studies book every time that they mention us
They was even enslaving us, trading us or was lynching us
So what’s the big difference?
Whether it’s a rope or a scope, the objective is to go out and hit niggas
Speaking this from the heart
I been doing the knowledge
We’re seeing that slavery was never truly abolished
They making uzis with dollars they can use for the colleges
What is this?
This is the movement of tricknologists
The only thing we’re doing wrong is not fighting back
You ain’t got the light to rap but you know what’s right and exact, jack

[Hook: Saigon]
How the hell am I wrong?
When your people been doing my people wrong for so long
Now all we got is the hope and the focus to hold on
Y’all been killing us for so long, it can’t go on
How we both wrong?

[Verse 2: Termanology]
If they shoot at us, they probably get awarded
If we shoot at them, they popping us when they spot us
It’s harder to live life, more conscious and like marauders
And focus on the problem of who could fix it in office
Then picking up a bottle, a bitch, and a couple garcia’s
And heading to the crib, to kick it and get some knowledge
Do we want knowledge? And bread for our toddlers?
Saved in accounts or more belts and wallets
And me I’m part of the problem, purchasing gucci products
Before, I put away that money for my daughters collage
And still a great father but times are getting harder
No money for private school, I guess should go harder
Tryna lock in in stability, cuz of my family history
All of them died broke, so I’m tryna be the remedy
Our ghetto kids never inherit no stocks and bonds
That’s something to think about
When you putting them Jordan’s on

[Hook: Saigon & Termanology]
How the hell am I wrong?
When your people been doing my people wrong for so long
Now all we got is the hope and the focus to hold on
Y’all been killing us for so long, it can’t go on
How we both wrong?, damn

Kanye West – Feedback (Dorian_Ye Version) Lyrics

[Intro]
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 1]
Money never made me
Make me do something? Nah, can’t make me
Even if the money low, can’t pay me
Even if the money low, can’t play me

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 2]
Pablo bought a Roley and a rottweiler
Seem like the more fame, I only got wilder
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been saying how I feel at the wrong time
Might not come when you want but I’m on time

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We ’bout to get this paper

[Verse 3]
I can’t let these people play me
Name one genius that ain’t crazy
Follow our father
You borrow our motto
I’m a Chicago south sider
I’m a Chicago south sider

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on your boy, had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
It’s time to get the paper

[Verse 4]
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I know, I know, I shouldn’t even bother
With all these gossiping, no-pussy-getting bloggers
Fashion show in Gotham, I need another costume
PETA’s mad cause I made a jacket outta possum
Awesome, Steve Jobs mixed with Steve Austin
Rich slave in the fabric store picking cotton
If Hov J then every Jordan need a Rodman
Man, Jay, they don’t really want no problems
Driving in the same car that they killed Pac in
Driving in the same urrr that they killed Pac in
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, hands up, then the cops shot us

[Outro]
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Wait a second, everybody here, I’m the ghetto Oprah
You know what that mean? You get a fur! You get a fur!
You get a jet! You get a jet! Big booty bitch for you! Woo!

Mila J – Move (Dopamine Album)

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Verse 1]
Move, move, move, move
Watch me get loose
Caught me reaching for the last time
Kyrie Irv with the moves
[?]
Mila, Mila got the juice
Mila, Mila got the juice
[?]
Move-move, move-move
Going in with the moves on
Droptop with the rug on
The digital with the cruise on
I skrrt skrrt on ’em
Aye, watch me put that work work on ’em

[Pre-Hook]
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ballin’
Ballin’ like Jordan
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna take my place
No, no, no way
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Verse 2]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna get past you
Move, move, move, move
Bad vibes on you
Bad vibes on you
Lookin’ eyes on you
That way, that way, that way on you

[Pre-Hook]
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ballin’
Ballin’ like Jordan
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna take my place
No, no, no way
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

Trey Songz – Priceless (Tremaine The Album Album)

[Chorus]
Girl, your love is priceless
One thing I can’t afford to lose
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby
‘Cause, girl, your love is priceless
Flying in all the jets I flew, yeah
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby

[Verse 1]
I got more gold chains than these dope dealers (I look like I’m whippin’)
And I can’t relate to these broke niggas (I don’t understand)
I pull out my driveway, only 12 cylinders (skrrt, skrrt)
Thank God it’s a new day and I’m still killing ’em (uh)

[Pre-Chorus]
But none of it don’t matter, baby, no
If you ain’t waiting there when I get home
‘Cause I can’t spend this money on my own
I need my queen to take her throne

[Chorus]
‘Cause, girl, your love is priceless
One thing I can’t afford to lose
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby
‘Cause, girl, your love is priceless
Flying in all the jets I flew, yeah
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby

[Verse 2]
Been around the world, seen a lot of women (I did ’em all)
That’s how I know you one in 100 million (girl, you the one)
Everything that I wanted (I wanted), if I see it, I bought it (I bought it)
Parties jumping like Jordan right now (jumpin’, jumpin’, jumpin’)

[Pre-Chorus]
But none of it don’t matter, baby, no
If you ain’t waiting there when I get home
‘Cause I can’t spend this money on my own
I need my queen to take her throne

[Chorus]
‘Cause, girl, your love is priceless
One thing I can’t afford to lose
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby
‘Cause, girl, your love is priceless (love is priceless)
Flying in all the jets I flew (I flew), yeah
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby

[Bridge]
I trade in the Wraith and buy you diamond rings (diamond rings)
Baby girl ’cause I know you like shiny things (shiny things)
Whatever you want, oh, you can have that (have that)
Pull up in the mall, baby, grab that (grab that)
These girls, they ain’t got nothing on you at all (nothing, baby)
‘Cause your love is too priceless, don’t care what it cost, no no
‘Cause money, it don’t mean a thing, you know I got enough of it
What I’m tryna say is you can get it, anything you want from me
My baby, you worth all of that and more

[Chorus]
‘Cause, girl, your love is priceless
One thing I can’t afford to lose
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby
‘Cause, girl, your love is priceless (love is priceless)
Flying in all the jets I flew (I flew), yeah
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby

Mila J – Move (Milaulongtime Album)

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Verse 1]
Move, move, move, move
Watch me get loose
Caught reason for the last time
Kyrie Irves with the moves
[?]
Mila, Mila got the juice
Mila, Mila got the juice
[?]
Move-move, move-move
Going in with the moves on
Droptop with the rug on
The digital with the cruise on
Oh, skrrt skrrt on ’em
Aye, why me put that work work on ’em

[Pre-Hook]
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ballin’
Ballin’ like Jordan
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna take my place
No, no, no way
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Verse 2]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna get past you
Move, move, move, move
Bad vibes on you
Bad vibes on you
Lookin’ eyes on you
That way, that way, that way on you

[Pre-Hook]
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ballin’
Ballin’ like Jordan
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna take my place
No, no, no way
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move