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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Smoke Strong Lyrics

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“YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Smoke Strong Lyrics”

[Intro]
Ayy, I’m in this bitch like
I’m, I’m rollin’ up right now, you heard me?
(Hzrd went crazy on that motherfucker)

[Chorus]
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist
I gon’ dump it, I ain’t runnin’, nah

[Verse 1]
In this bitch like I done gone mad
Smokin’ on that strong pack
Look, you gon’ get your dome smashed
You know that I’m on that
Know she can’t knock him, I keep movin’ her big booty
All in my crib like she wan’ move in, must want me to smash
Hold on, hit the gates, broad day, time to smash, ah, ah
Take off his face, SRT, hit the gas
Gone, almost home now, they was on our ass


Never mind, I’m paranoid, know I do that bad
Light my Backwood up
I’m in the backwoods up in Utah smokin’ Cali stuff
Come to the backwoods, you get hogtied, no playin’ with us
Don’t care ’bout wherе I’m at long as I’m strapped, just know I’m comfortable
Tryna push your shit back, you gon’ get clappеd soon as you come for us
Dump a nigga, step on somethin’

[Chorus]
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist
I gon’ dump it, I ain’t runnin’, nah

[Verse 2]
Back up in that Nawfside, city known as Jigga City
My people see me outside, four-deep in that Honda Civic
Tryna speak, don’t even waste time ’cause they know right now I’m on business
Bought that stolen rifle from Mr. Ratchet
Broke with nothin’ ’cause ain’t catch nothin’ up in it, bah


Gotta catch my cut, but I got fifty grand y’all gon’ split up
Oh I’ma get the nigga, whack his ass, make him bite the dust
You know I’m too official, been doin’ this shit since the first bitch said it’s up
I want them pallbearers and gravediggers, smoke opps, increase they health

[Chorus]
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist
I gon’ dump it, I ain’t runnin’, nah

[Verse 3]
Bitch, it’s Big Lil Top in another car, I’m like ah
Folded him, be the hype, he ask me, “What’s the type?” and I’m like, “Wow”
Plenty racks, pit stop, hit that I, burn out tires
It go down, then you just drive
I’m out the roof lettin’ off that fire
She one hundred, she get hired


Bitch, stack that money in a pile
Just walk around, let me smack your ass
Bitch, take a troll, don’t be a child
Hold on, Top say, “I want twenty hoes inside this house”
Steal out my place, we put twenty poles inside your mind

[Chorus]
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist
I gon’ dump it, I ain’t runnin’, nah



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Cat Power – White Mustang lyrics

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“Cat Power – White Mustang lyrics”

[Verse 1]
Packin’ all my things for the summer
Lyin’ in my bed, it’s a bummer
‘Cause you didn’t call
But I liked you a lot
Slippin’ on my dress in soft filters
Everybody said you are the killer
But I couldn’t stop the way
I was feelin’ that night you dropped me off

[Chorus]
Saw your white Mustang slip away
Saw your white Mustang
And you were movin’ on and on

[Verse 2]
Caught up in my dreams and forgettin’
I keep acting like Armageddon ’cause
I held you in my arms just a little too tight
Is that what you thought?

[Pre-Chorus]
Summer’s meant for lovin’ and leavin’
I’m a fool and it’s time for me to change
Gone with his white Mustang (White Mustang)

[Chorus]
(White Mustang) It’s almost frighting
(White Mustang) They always hit me like lightning
(White Mustang) And then go on

[Verse 3]
That girl with thе bow-tied side looker got high
Had to tеll you a lie of what I thought
You said you’d be on my side
You were just another schoolboy, but then, I was a liar
Just what you thought
Did you hold me just a little too tight?
What were the tears in your eyes?
Just what you thought was a lie

[Pre-Chorus]
Summer’s meant for lovin’ and leavin’
He’s the fool, I’m the fool, it’s time for me to change
He’ll keep calm with his white Mustang (White Mustang)

[Chorus]
(White Mustang) It’s gonna be exciting
(White Mustang) I’m gonna hit him hard like lightning
(White Mustang) And I’ll be gone

[Outro]
White Mustang
White Mustang

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Cordae – Gifted lyrics

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“Cordae – Gifted lyrics”

[Pre-Chorus: Ant Clemons]
Livin’ out my dream, my life is different (Different)
If I want it, then I’ma get it (Get it)
Living every day like it was Christmas
‘Cause I’m gifted (Ah, ah, ah)
And I know what my gift is (Ah, ah, ah)
And I know that I’m gifted (Ah, ah, ah)
And I know what my gift is (Ah, ah, ah)
‘Cause I’m gifted

[Chorus: Cordae & Roddy Ricch]
Uh, I got a whole lotta people that’s been countin’ on me
Got this bad lil’ shawty goin’ down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the WiFi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, “Voilà”
I told niggas that I would make it, they said, “No way”
Watch them niggas that might eat up off of your plate
They caught me slidin’ on the E-Way with the hеat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crossеs but I still keep a piece

[Verse: Cordae & Roddy Ricch]
See, I was twelve years with the Tommy fit
Fifteen, crankin’ “Bobby Bitch”
I was seventeen years on this Earth
When I popped a Perc’, made my body itch
Need a pound of blow when I’m drownin’ slow
I was down below, word to Roddy Ricch
We was slap-boxin’, no Karate Kid
Start to see the difference with a lotta shit
And my grandma got a lotta kids
Bought whips foreign, no mileages
Hit Saks Fifth and got a Prada fit
But I still got a lotta wallet
Shit, nigga, this the shit that I asked for
‘Member last year I was mad poor
Seen my momma cry over homicides
Now she down to fly, she got a passport
And my brother locked for a backdoor
Got my grandmomma a new Jaguar
Big body whips like Shaq car
No credit check, straight Cash Card
Nigga, no stress, I progress
That’s Mos Def like Black Star
Seen the future in my Audemars
Stack paper, don’t do no facade

[Chorus: Cordae & Roddy Ricch]
Uh, I got a whole lotta people that’s been countin’ on me
Got this bad lil’ shawty goin’ down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the WiFi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, “Voilà”
I told niggas that I would make it, they said, “No way”
Watch them niggas that might eat up off of your plate
They caught me slidin’ on the E-Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece

[Pre-Chorus: Ant Clemons]
Livin’ out my dream, my life is different (Different)
If I want it, then I’ma get it (Get it)
Living every day like it was Christmas
‘Cause I’m gifted (Ah, ah, ah)
And I know what my gift is (Ah, ah, ah)
And I know that I’m gifted (Ah, ah, ah)
And I know what my gift is (Ah, ah, ah)
‘Cause I’m gifted

[Chorus: Cordae & Roddy Ricch]
Uh, I got a whole lotta people that’s been countin’ on me
Got this bad lil’ shawty goin’ down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the WiFi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, “Voilà”
I told niggas that I would make it, they said, “No way”
Watch them niggas that might eat up off of your plate
They caught me slidin’ on the E-Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece
[Outro: Roddy Ricch]
Still keep a piece
Still keep a piece
Still keep a piece
Still keep a piece
Still keep a piece

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Cordae – Parables (Remix) lyrics

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“Cordae – Parables (Remix) lyrics”

[Intro: Cordae]
Gotta ride with ’em, ride with ’em
Ride with ’em, roll with the, whoa, whoa, whoa
Tell ’em, “Ride with ’em,” we could ride with ’em
Ride with ’em, whoa, we could, whoa, whoa, whoa
I tell the odd, gotcha, odd, getcha, woo, what
Check it out, nigga, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Nigga, I need, we could fight with ’em, ride
Yeah, uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Cordae]
Done seen some shit within my lifetime, my light shine bright
Protect yo’ energy from poison when the python strike
My first mistake was doin’ robberies on Niken bikes
Watch my movеs and I’ma show you what a icon like
Y’all let bygones bе bygones, right?
Nigga, fuck yo’ truce, bust yo’ move
And if that nigga touch your shoes
You better blast on ’em and on my mama, nigga
I’ma get that cash on ’em, hunnid on the dash on ’em
Swerve, born from the trench, you from the ‘burbs
Nigga, fuck the early bird, nigga
I’ma get this motherfuckin’ chicken
And if a nigga ever got a problem, nigga
We can fuckin’ solve it, on my mama, nigga
I just been itchin’ to prove myself
I just pray throughout the struggle I don’t lose myself
Glock, no safety, Plaxico, I might shoot myself
They catchin’ bullets like two Odells, and, nigga, you gon’ tell
But listen

[Chorus: Cordae]
I can tell you ’bout the time was goin’ hard up in the paint
And I can tell you shit that other niggas can’t, lemme tell you
I can tell you ’bout the time I had to drop a nigga rank
And I can tell you shit I did up off the drank, lemme tell you
I can tell you ’bout the time I signed a deal for twenty bands
And used that shit to get my brother out the can, lemme tell you
I can tell you ’bout the time I had a penny and a plan
I can tell you shit, but you won’t understand, lemme tell you, nigga

[Verse 2: Cordae]
First and foremost, for every door that’s opened, a door close
Beat a nigga, take his Bordeauxs, upgrade my wardrobe
And Lord knows livin’ like this, it leads a short road
A dead end, or prison time, where we was headin’
Instead, when I got bread, broke it with brethren
Eyes open, leave the house, move like a veteran
Made a couple dollars from come-ups, my niggas flexin’
Nigga got a problem, then I can make some corrections
Okay, cool, still with the same niggas since grade school
Give a fuck about your Shade Room when I had made room
For everybody on that late moon, and word to Rae Sremm’
Had to bring the motherfuckin’ swang on ’em
And I ain’t even wanna have to blank on ’em
That Lam’ truck got a full tank on ’em
But, a nigga better not look at me wrong
It’s certain shit that I can’t say on this song, but let me tell you, nigga
[Chorus: Cordae & Eminem]
I can tell you ’bout the time was goin’ hard up in the paint
And I can tell you shit that other niggas can’t, lemme tell you
I can tell you ’bout the time I had to drop a nigga rank
And I can tell you shit I did up off the drank, lemme tell you
I can tell you ’bout the time I signed a deal for twenty bands
And used that shit to get my brother out the can, lemme tell you
I can tell you ’bout the time I had a penny and a plan (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can tell you shit, but you won’t understand, lemme tell you, nigga

[Verse 3: Eminem]
I done seen some shit within my lifetime, at one time I
Can still remember just how bad I used to want ‘5 mics’
My biggest dream was just to make it into Unsigned Hype
It’s so hard for me to fathom this was once my life
Shit’ll make you wanna cop out like a plea deal
So I treat a beat like it’s Tekashi, spit on that bitch like Meek Mill
My addiction got me weak-willed
I’m relapsing, I think I can’t seem to stop eating Beat Pills
And Doctor D-R-E he still keeps on giving me refills
Send ’em at me, bullets hit indiscriminately
Women and men and little kids senior citizens till the Sig is empty
Whipped Gen-Z into a frenzy, but no give, is in me, I’m stingy
And that is the motherfuckin’ difference between them and me
And that’s the reason I’m, in my Louis Vuitton
Gorier than Eva Long
This rap shit, is somethin’ that you’ll never see me at, like senior prom
What I mean’s the bar’s, higher than Cheech and Chong
When you give them each a bong
I call my Stan’s a, fan club ’cause whoever it’s unleashed upon
Fuckin’ beats up on, like police batons
Y’all are window shoppers, bunch a Peeping Toms
Still got that bullseye on my back, red dot on my head
Yeah, blood on my hands for some of the rhymes that I’ve said
Police squad on the task
Got ’em hot on my trail, like my stepfather with the belt, I got S.W.A.T on my ass
I was painfully shy, now I’m proud of myself
Like Obama’s kids, I came outta my shell (Michelle)
And I can promise this
On my mama, shit, no daughters, bitch
That every single word’ll be true so with out further adieu
It’s return of the ruthless more murderous than Mook is so what you’re gonna do’s think I’m allergic when I point this motherfuckin burner at ‘chu
I throw shade it’ll be curtains for you
Pray for the verse to get through, birth of a new
Worser me who’s determined to do
Permanent damage with the words that I threw, bird’s-eye view I’m referred to as Zeus
Circlin’ you like I’m a vulture features are tournaments, I turn ’em into
Turning me loose is like verbal abuse, language hurtful to use cursin’ at you
Made a couple of mistakes that occurred in my youth, jumped a hurdle or two word but I’m through
With tellin’ you about the food stamps and the government cheese
And how we used to get school lunches for free
Already told ya, ’bout the holes up in my Pony shoes and Rustler jeans
When it was Mother, lil’ brother and me
I told you ’bout, being kicked out 20 degrees, no money to eat
‘Bout the thrift stores and being piss poor, the Christmases Ma had gifts for us, when bro and me discovered that she
Was wrappin’ shit up around the house, to stick it under the tree
Damn

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