Tag: Ray Charles

Popp Hunna – Take Off Lyrics

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[Chorus]
(Eastjack on the track)
Popp came up, he the motherfucking man
How the fuck he go like straight to the top?
He was just locked up in the motherfucking can
And the party go down if I step in (FiveSixOne, run that, bruh)
I’ma ball like I’m Scottie Pippen
They be like, “Popp, you so motherfucking hot,” if you stand too close then you might catch a tan
Now I can see why it’s more than a band
Bro brought a drum and he saying let’s rock
Uh, I don’t fuck with no cop
No red light, man, I won’t stop
Uh, ain’t cuffing no thot
Just want the top, man, I don’t want the box
Uh, I don’t fuck with no opps
Gang tryna kill so we spinning they blocks

[Verse]
The shit go left when shit hit the fan
Niggas always talking all that shit on the Gram
We gon’ pull up to your block in a van
Shit all fun and jokes ’til your man get blammed
Shed light on your block, man, this a new land
He was acting tough, pulled up, then he ran
This how you tell that I’m straight from the gutter
I walk in the spot with a gun in my pants
223, man, this shit going up
Fah-fah-fah, man, right at your top
Even if I don’t even got me a gun
If I swing first then the gang gon’ ride
From the North to the South, that’s my ties
Same old gang-gang, squad-squad
Everybody shoot shit, [?]
Now you a pack, you Zaza
Run right down and we taking your shit
Like a STD, man, you just got burnt
Tryna fall back, I’m a rockstar now
I’ma jump in the crowd like Lil Uzi Vert
Don’t try me ’cause you gon’ get hurt
Don’t run up ’cause you gon’ get murked
I don’t think you wanna be on a shirt
So you better think smart, why you on this Earth?
I’m off an Addy, ain’t popping no Percs
Ain’t talking Rihanna, I’m putting in work
[?] gotta keep me a gun when I’m out the streets, man, I stay on alert
[?] told her suck on that dick and don’t get on my nerves
Please do not get on my nerves
Pop me a Perc’ like [?]
Pop me a Perc’ like [?]
Earned my stripes, I earned
Run up on me, get clipped (What you say?)
Run up on me, get burnt (Bah)

[Chorus]
Popp came up, he the motherfucking man
How the fuck he go like straight to the top?
He was just locked up in the motherfucking can
And the party go down if I step in (FiveSixOne)
I’ma ball like I’m Scottie Pippen
They be like, “Popp, you so motherfucking hot,” if you stand too close then you might catch a tan
Now I can see why it’s more than a band
Bro brought a drum and he saying let’s rock
Uh, I don’t fuck with no cop
No red light, man, I won’t stop
Uh, ain’t cuffing no thot
Just want the top, man, I don’t want the box
Uh, I don’t fuck with no opps
Gang tryna kill so we spinning they blocks

[Outro]
Hop in the Lambo, take off
.40 gon’ take your face off
Hop in the rocket, blast off
Niggas wanna play with us, play ball
I don’t see haters, Ray Charles
I’m on the block with a [?]
Spend me a check when I go to the mall
Pushing the gas when I run from the law

6ix9ine – GATA Lyrics

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[Intro]
Beat Menace

[Pre-Chorus: 6ix9ine]
They keep telling me to keep the bitch, but I’ma leave the bitch
Ray Charles, John Cena shit, I can’t see the bitch
Shorty said she ain’t hungry, but she always eatin’ shit
I be coolin’, tryna chill, but she always eatin’ shit

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Kick her out, I don’t need a ho, I’ma leave the ho
I won’t save her, I won’t breed a ho, I don’t need a ho
I just fuck her and mislead the ho, I mistreat the ho
She been all up on my Gram, but I don’t see her though

[Verse: 6ix9ine]
Oh my God (Oh, man)
She can’t pay her rent, on the ‘Gram she a fraud (On God)
Damn, bought new titties, no car (Skrrt)
How the fuck you gon’ get to your job?
I know this lil’ eater, Baquita (Woo)
I tried to buy her Gucci but she really love Adidas
She said her pussy pink, but she from Brownsville
I was rollin’ off the pills, so I still fuckin’ kill
Oh damn, let me guess, you need an Uber?
Are you dumb? Are you really fuckin’ stupid?
The J-Train is right over there
2.50, bitch, pay the fuckin’ fare
[Bridge: Lil AK]
I’m conceited, ho, I just semen throws, yeah
I don’t feed these hoes, I just leave ’em ghost, yeah
The whole tiki smoke, I don’t need to know, yeah
Told her keep it low but she wanna boast, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: 6ix9ine]
They keep telling me to keep the bitch, but I’ma leave the bitch
Ray Charles, John Cena shit, I can’t see the bitch
Shorty said she ain’t hungry, but she always eatin’ shit
I be coolin’, tryna chill, but she always eatin’ shit

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Kick her out, I don’t need a ho, I’ma leave the ho
I won’t save her, I won’t breed a ho, I don’t need a ho
I just fuck her and mislead the ho, I mistreat the ho
She been all up on my Gram, but I don’t see her though

6ix9ine – CHARLIE Lyrics

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[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Ray Charles, I ain’t never seen a bitch I need
Fuck that, I don’t need no skis
It’s so many rich niggas fuckin’ bitches for free
If a nigga want pussy, make him pay that fee
I don’t want it at all pussy, bitch, gimme some money
I don’t need no lovin’
Come on, throw that pussy on the block
Make a nigga a hunnid
Make that pussy pop like it’s a shove it, gansta

[Verse 1: Smilez]
Fendi kicks all yellow, fit so rude
Never wife a thot ‘cept you (Nope)
Bad decisions every single time I choose (My name is Smilez)
My name is Smilez ’cause I laugh at you
Ex-bitch unless you goin’ back to dancin’ (Dumb ho)
She on some OnlyFans shit (Yeah)
New girls’ll model like vogue cop fashion (Damn right)
Nip slip like Janеt Jackson
Yeah, she think she got mе trickin’, but she dead wrong
But she fuck like a machine, call her Megatron
When she ask for the bread (Danny Phantom), gon’ ghost
Only fuck a bitch if a mask on

[Chorus: 6ix9ine & Smilez]
Ray Charles, I ain’t never seen a bitch I need
Fuck that, I don’t need no skis
It’s so many rich niggas fuckin’ bitches for free
If a nigga want pussy, make him pay that fee
I don’t want it at all pussy, bitch, gimme some money
I don’t need no lovin’
Come on, throw that pussy on the block
Make a nigga a hunnid
Make that pussy pop like it’s a shove it, gansta (Prrr)

[Verse 2: Smilez]
Blurred bitch
Always on Twitter sayin’ some absurd shit (Aw)
Before this song, you said I was worthless
Now you on my dick gang, that’s some bird shit (Prrr)
Bitch I’m up, got the new Lamb, it’s a truck (Skrrt)
New bust down, this shit bust
I don’t gotta say much, yeah

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Ray Charles, I ain’t never seen a bitch I need
Fuck that, I don’t need no skis
It’s so many rich niggas fuckin’ bitches for free
If a nigga want pussy, make him pay that fee
I don’t want it at all pussy, bitch, gimme some money
I don’t need no lovin’
Come on, throw that pussy on the block
Make a nigga a hunnid
Make that pussy pop like it’s a shove it, gansta

Rick Ross – Pinned to the Cross Lyrics

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[Intro: Rick Ross]
The city young black men
We’re now living in a state of public emergency
Middle class and poor people be targeted every day dealing with so much hostility
Negative socialism
I refuse that we’re petrified
And have some mercy for the rivals
They want the rich niggas that live until their silence exiled
Free the country, more assassinations
Let’s go

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Where you’re forced to be, feeling strangers can see that you killers
Detrimental to my upbringing that, I feel so abandoned
I was lost and confused and therefore had nothing to lose
Now I’m running of racket, nigga got cut from the news
I just wanna be free, another black man on the run
We was pinned to the cross since our birth under the sun
Ain’t no hate in my heart, I’ve adapted to rage
Step off the stage, pussy nigga right back in the cage
Now we burning the streets, Christ to the cross
Our position is blatant (Blatant), rightfully lost
Less empowered, the people don’t even sign the petitions
Peace and Revelations, scriptures keep on blinding these Christians
I’m in search of the truth (Truth), we each have a flaw (Flaw)
Soon as Dre at the roof, she file for divorce
Angels go get a broke, never making no loss
Terry Crews is another coon who was basically bought

[Chorus: Finn Matthews]
Some shape white eyes of light pour diamonds buried in the snow
But I see things we have in common, a smile so beautiful
So if I cry and these white diamonds push along the shore
It’s ’cause I know the shit you’ve been through and you made it beautiful
You made it (Made it, made it, made it)
You made it beautiful
You made it (Made it, made it)
Made it beautiful

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Racists killing for cotton, niggas fighting for honor
In the South you’ve forgotten call my city the bottom
Kilos get to deposits, living like it’s the lotto
This my moment of glory, grandiose is the dollar
Always postin’ your sneakers, you’re the one that they follow
I’m a born to be leader, such a collection of knowledge
Are we dead or alive? Unforgettable highs
Know the Lord leggin’ down for the day that we rise
Got my pistols alone me, niggas might Christopher zone me
Black on black issues over, principles peep, you’re up on it
Who got the most money while it’s yet to be seen?
‘Cause I’m still counting mine, such an incredible thing
It’s secret true wealth, great example for niggas
You decide at yourself, I can see that it business
We still in the trenches where they made us relentless
Where the real war is literal, where the hate is tremendous

[Chorus: Finn Matthews]
Some shape white eyes of light pour diamonds it’s barely in the snow
But I see things we have been calm and it’s now that beautiful
So if I cry and these white diamonds push along the shore
It’s ’cause I know the shit you’ve been through and you made it beautiful
You made it (Made it, made it, made it)
You made it beautiful
You made it (Made it, made it)
Made it beautiful

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Now I’m in the McLaren, still raisin’ them commas
I’m watchin’ for Karen, G watchin’ bruh watches
Still I wish you the best, Ray Charles in the flesh
Pavarotti the snow, Quincy Jones in the rest
Muddy waters the marble, set my city in flame
Turn my back on the mid flag then they would rattle my cage
I don’t wanna argue but I won at the race
Got me pinned to the cross, has the sinister wave
Put your body to work, my debut was a classic
Hov’ gave me a verse, so I keep that attractive
My old crew is a lurse, DEA wanted the address
Make her play with her pussy, with a few million to metrics
My life needed a bounce, didn’t come for the statics
But my mother responsible, she raised me so lavish
Look, son, you’re a king, wherever she resided
And they kept me excited ’til the day I’m indicted

Third World Don – Ray Charles Lyrics

[Chorus: Third World Don]

Talk behind your back but they smile up in your face now
Say that they your dog when they always acting fake now
Wanna see you f**ked up
They wanna see you lay down…
They Wanna see you lay down

Say they show you love when they know that it was Fake now
Moving so much drugs from Miami up to
A-Town
I just got the plug so I get it on the face now
Yea I get it on the face now

Say they wanna see me locked up just like I was Akon
But I can’t see these niggas thru my shades
Like I was Ray Charles
Now I’m finna blow up in this bitch like it was napalm
Put on for my city bitch you know I’m from Jamaica

Talk behind your back but they smile up in your face now
Say that they your dog when they always acting fake now
Wanna see you f**ked up
They wanna see you lay down
They wanna see you lay down…

[Verse 1: Third World Don]

I got broads in Atlanta
Mixing codene in the Fanta
Credit cards for the scammers
Hope they don’t catch you on camera
Cop told me step out the rental
Plus I just left Sacramento
Hope they don’t search in the trunk
Hope they don’t check in the panel
If they ever knew what we was doing
We would all be sitting in the slammer
If it wasn’t me and it was you I know for sure
You Niggas woulda panicked
We the Realest on the planet
Really seen a Nigga clapping
Oh what happened to that boy
We just seen him in the alley
Blood stains in the street
3 sheets bed time
Free Meech from the fed time
Chief keef with my dreads down
If She a freak Imma lay it down
Skeet skeet like I’m lil John
Feel like puff back in 99
In the club
You can hate now
I got so much on my plate now
I got so much shit at stake now
Haters wanna see me face down
Tryna Do me like trayvon
Take a second just to pray for em
Stay protected like its State Farm
Even though I see the fake ones
I just put my game face on

[Chorus: Third World Don]

Talk behind your back but they smile up in your face now
Say that they your dog when they always acting fake now
Wanna see you f**ked up
They wanna see you lay down…
They Wanna see you lay down

Say they show you love when they know that it was Fake now
Moving so much drugs from Miami up to
A-Town
I just got the plug so I get it on the face now
Yea I get it on the face now

Say they wanna see me locked up just like I was Akon
But I can’t see these niggas thru my shades
Like I was Ray Charles
Now I’m finna blow up in this bitch like it was napalm
Put on for my city bitch you know I’m from Jamaica