How come when I see your name on my lock screen I already know what it means? I was rolling in his bed, you was rent-free in my head I thought I was done with that lease Please I wanna love another person Can I please love another person this time? Oh, oh, me I been putting all this work in And you still got a place in my mind Oh, oh Why it's gotta be your way? I want it to be mine What you think this is, foreplay? Must be outta your mind They tell me to ignore it Don't you think that I've tried And I've tried, and I've tried, and I've tried I know when you said goodbye, you ain't mean no goodbye Here we go, uh-oh, ah I know when you get to liking my pictures, it's time Here we go, uh-oh, ah Over and over and over we go Older and older and older, but so? Soon as I finally meet someone else that I like Here we go, uh-oh, ah Already know Could never be a bitter person 'cause I'm grown You always outside, take your ass back home Pulling up on me, boy, you wrong Uh-uh-oh Why it's gotta be your way? I want it to be mine What you think this is, foreplay? Must be outta your mind They tell me to ignore it Don't you think that I've tried And I've tried, and I've tried, and I've tried I know when you said goodbye, you ain't mean no goodbye Here we go, uh-oh, ah I know when you get to liking my pictures, it's time Here we go, uh-oh, ah Over and over and over we go Older and older and older, but so? Soon as I finally meet someone else that I like Here we go, uh-oh, ah Better man Why don't you just be the better man? Why I gotta be the bigger man? You just wanna be the middle man Tryna get in between Why don't you just be the better man? Why I gotta be the bigger man? You just wanna be the middle man Tryna get in between Better man Why don't you just be the better man? (Baby, 'cause you know you're wrong) Why I gotta be the bigger man? You just wanna be the middle man Tryna get in between Why don't you just be the better man? (I can't keep playing games with you no more) Why I gotta be the bigger man? You just wanna be the middle man Tryna get in between
@regalmonkmusic4 күн бұрын
Hmmm. I was about to stem out the beats for the entire album for my personal listening pleasure. So I'm clear, this is the original, instrumental that was officially released?
@tanyaiahhunnicutt-ez7md5 күн бұрын
Period big Sean is my birthday twin 😍
@TheSecretaryofSound995 күн бұрын
Beat is 🔥🔥🔥
@abimaelcepeda90246 күн бұрын
Love this boom boom
@tarabaeza39736 күн бұрын
Ive been looking for this for the past hour ty
@MateoMK116 күн бұрын
🥶🥶🥶
@francescocasole60266 күн бұрын
Uh, what (All, all, all kind of ideas) Never before, nigga, uh-huh (All, all, all kind of ideas, all kind of ideas) Yeah, boy, yeah, nigga Last night, uh-huh (All-all-all-all-all-all-all kind of ideas) Yeah, boy, uh-huh Yeah (All-all-all-all-all-all kind, all kind of ideas) Yeah, yeah, uh-huh Uh, uh, yeah, ayo [Verse 1: Pete Rock & Rakim] I'm soul brother uno (Uno), black from the future Make beats on the table if I break my computer (Break my computer) And still make hits like I used to (Uh) Keep your top five, I'm God's favorite producer (For real) Sixteen bars of pressure, no metronome (Nope) Thinking outside the box, that's a better zone (Way better) So many ideas coming out the wazoo (Uh) It's only one of me, can never do what I do (Ayy) Past, present and future; that is timeless (Uh) Been a lot a things, but I never been rhymeless (Never) Drums like scattered showers when I rain, man (Uh-huh) Giving you food for soul, that's the game plan (Word) Tears for fears (What), I said a shout out to all my peers But I never ran out of all kind of ideas, I said (All kind of ideas, yeah, boy) Tears for fear, a shout out to all my peers (What) But never ran out of all kind of ideas (Let's go) See upcoming rap shows Get tickets for your favorite artists You might also like Chi-Town Do It Common & Pete Rock Fortunate Common & Pete Rock Now And Then Common & Pete Rock [Break: Rakim] All, all-all-all-all kind of ideas, all kind of ideas All-all-all-all-all kind of ideas, all kind of ideas All-all, all-all-all kind, all kind of ideas All, all-all-all-all kind of ideas, all kind of ideas [Verse 2: Common & Rakim] Rack focus to the black Moses that's light skinned A dawn like when the night end, I'm multi-hyphened My stipend is ripened from Chi’ to Big Apple On the mic, I'm Micah Parsons any subject I tackle And grapple with wack dudes And school niggas like black schools 'cause they lack rules Niggas mad 'cause I know that cash rules everything around me except my mind The underground found me, and depth I find on the railroad I unjail souls like Harriet Spitting chariots of fire through the wire and live barb fences I murder MCs, some say that it's senseless (All) Bomber like a winter coat though I've been In the trenches Known to go for it like fourth and inches Move the chains, I maneuver through the game My thought grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train Foes came sporting fake smiles like dentures Them monkeys been programmed, at them, I throw wrenches Hunger for the game, your thirst never quenches You search for mentions, I unearth dimensions These are adventures from Avalon benches The real hip-hop, Com' came to his senses Extensions of a man, the master planned for years For me to bring to the world (All kind of ideas) [Break: Rakim] All kind, all-all-all-all kind of ideas, all-all kind of ideas All kind of, all, all All kind of ideas, all kind of ideas All kind of-all kind of ideas All kind of, all-all-all-all-all kind of ideas All-all kind of ideas All kind of, all-all-all-all-all kind of ideas (All-all-all kind of ideas) All-all-all-all-all-all kind of ideas All kind of, all-all kind of ideas All kind, all kind of ideas, ideas, ideas, ideas, ideas
@Nikita205206 күн бұрын
This sounds expensive
@thewriter51867 күн бұрын
Whole street ran when I let it bang. Pull up for the gang. Whole street woke up when it rang. See a op , it go biddy bang. I don't think they understand. Welcome to murder land.
@TH3KiD_OFFICIAL7 күн бұрын
First things first girk u
@chrisjones97978 күн бұрын
This should be extended. It can't get old!!
@Unknownboil8 күн бұрын
This a different instrumental
@alan18p8 күн бұрын
Sign Up Have It All Lil JoJo and $wagg Lyrics About Comments 1 1 Have It All Lyrics [Intro] Young Chop on the beat [Chorus: Swagg Dinero & Lil JoJo] If you grabbing, then we taxing, you can have it all Yeah, bitch, we got them racks and you can have it all If it's commas that's involved, you can have it all It ain't shit to a boss, you can have it all Big cannon in my draws, you can have it all Bust some shots at a opp, watch his body fall Whole thirty, let 'em off, you can have it all If you holding, hit your pockets, bitch, I need it all [Verse 1: Swagg Dinero] Okay, off the top, how I do this shit, I get a lot of niggas hatin' To me, that shit all good 'cause that's how we gon' get paid I'm a beast up in these True's, who the fuck is you? My niggas totin' tools, Bob the Builder on these dudes Too many Swishers, I can't roll 'em up Pass 'em to my bitch, yeah, she know what's up She bad as fuck and she drillin' quick Pass hеr to my man's and I bet he hit All my niggas recklеss, tatted like some eses Liquor in my cup, speedin', no expressway The highway, yeah, that's my way (The highway, yeah, that's my way) Leave 'em dead in the driveway (Leave 'em dead in the driveway) Edai, you can have it all, all the drillers feel the same Told her, "I ain't no psychiatrist, but I want that brain" [Chorus: Swagg Dinero & Lil JoJo] If you grabbing, then we taxing, you can have it all Yeah, bitch, we got them racks and you can have it all If it's commas that's involved, you can have it all It ain't shit to a boss, you can have it all Big cannon in my draws, you can have it all Bust some shots at a opp, watch his body fall Whole thirty, let 'em off, you can have it all If you holding, hit your pockets, bitch, I need it all [Verse 2: Lil JoJo] My niggas official, boy, they bound to kill (Bound to kill) Catch a opp, he gettin' popped just like a pill (Just like a pill) My niggas 'bout that life, so we keep the steel (They with it) It ain't no game in the field, boy, this shit is real Niggas snakes, so you better watch who you trust Same niggas you kick it with, same niggas that get you fucked up But I ain't with that tricky shit (I'm not) Smokin' dope, real dope, yeah, that sticky shit (Loud) I got a bad bitch, pretty face, she thick as shit Took her to the crib and gave her ass the dope dick She say, "JoJo, eat me!" I say, "No, bitch! (What's wrong with you?) What the fuck is wrong with you? You a thot, bitch" [Chorus: Swagg Dinero & Lil Mister] If you grabbing, then we taxing, you can have it all It's Montana, boy, I got the .40 by my draws If it's commas that's involved, you can have it all I'm in the field, this shit for real, boy, we don't play at all Big cannon in my draws, you can have it all Say hello, say hello to my little friend (Bang) Whole thirty, let 'em off, you can have it all We sendin' shots, sendin' shots, boy, we don't play at all
@keemzwrld36919 күн бұрын
Been here since the old days you been dropping the beats 🤘🏽
@itsblanco45949 күн бұрын
This shit so tough
@iMThatOnlyBeast139 күн бұрын
🔥
@skanowais10 күн бұрын
Damn
@ProdbyOPG10 күн бұрын
Actually accurate - Best one on YT
@jpvulgo_st710 күн бұрын
ST7 gang Fabricando as notas antes não era ninguém Sujeito homem só tem valor pelo que faz por alguém Só dão valor pra um quebrada se não tiver quebrado também Brilho da inveja de arrombado reflete na chainz Brilho da mente brilhante reflete na conta corrente Brilho do Ice brilhante Reflete na garota quente Trabalho do mano brilhante Atrai olhar aqui dessa gente O drip pode ser congelante Mas o molho my brudda é quente (paw) JP é master Drill Cozinho tipo Masterchef Elas fervendo no cio Meu tempero é que elas querem Grana sobe, elas descem Se joga só porque canto rap Grana sobe, elas descem Se joga pros menor do 7 (Grrr) É do 0 isso aqui Não sou um mano comum Me elevando ao zero pra que Eu seja o número um Colabs em outro país Eu e meus bros vivendo disso First turn brudda from the hood I get the commas with numbers, that's period
@cashinsouls11 күн бұрын
ako si boy kasta
@joshgarcia763911 күн бұрын
Rigamortus" Alright, here we go, third take Real quick, Ali Mm Got me breathing with dragons I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard I'm Marilyn Manson with madness Now just imagine the magic I light to asses Don't ask for your favorite rapper (He dead), yes, sir (Amen), church (He dead), I killed him (Amen), bitch And this is rigor mortis and it's gorgeous when you die Ali recorded and I'm Morpheus, the matrix of my mind I'm out the orbit, you an orphan and a hairdresser combined I'm on the toilet when I rhyme, if you the shit, then I decline I climax where you begin and then I end on cloud nine And that's important when you morph into an angel in the sky And don't be forging all my signatures, my listeners reply And tell me that you biting style, you got a hell of an appetite And I'ma be here for a while, just buckle up before the ride Or knuckle up if you can fight, we always making 'em duck or die A suit and tie is suitable and usual in suicide CSI just might investigate this fucking parasite (He dead, amen) That's what they telling me Aim it at your celebrity, this is studio felony Ferragami so many and cool enough for the '70s Nigga, payback's a bitch, and bitch, you been livin' in debt with me Dead 'em all and especially Leave a call on his mother voicemail that say that he rest in peace Bigger chopper the recipe Wrestling? That's irrelevant, rather rest at your residence Whistling to the melody, couldn't think of a better D Better be on your P and Q, it's just me, Jay Rock, Soul, and Q Solar system and barbecue, nothing else you can do (He dead), yup-yup (Amen), I killed him (He dead, amen), amen Got me breathing with dragons I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard I'm Marilyn Manson, don't ask for your favorite rapper (He dead), yup-yup (Amen), I know (He dead), for sure (Amen), amen Got me breathing with dragons I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard I'm Marilyn Manson, don't ask for your favorite rapper I wrapped him and made him Casper, I capture the likes of NASA My pedigree to fly past ya, I'll pass the weed to the pastor We all are sinners, won't you send us to Bible study faster? Your hypocritist reaction a blasphemy, I assassin my casualty And it's casually done, and tell 'em my salary come In lump sum one hundreds, don't talk to me 'bout no money The sun is under my feet, and I come in peace to compete I don't run if you'd rather leap, my statistics go up in weeks And I go visit the nearest creek, and I get busy on many MC Really ballistic, anybody can see Any assistance, everybody deceased Some persistence, recognize I be Really too vicious, the permanent beast And the demolition breaking up the street Better partition, better dot your T And I gon' mention how the far you see Putting my dick in the rap industry Everybody bitching, getting mad at me Recognize Kendrick in the battery And I'm charged up, and the catastrophe Is charged up, and the audacity Of y'all fucks never could hassle me And y'all luck just ran out, you'll see (He dead), yup-yup (Amen), I know (He dead), for sure (Amen), amen Got me breathing with dragons I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard I'm Marilyn Manson, don't ask for your favorite rapper (He dead), yup-yup (Amen), I know (He dead), for sure (Amen), amen
@justinpelovello11 күн бұрын
TYYY
@efemenamrakpor804211 күн бұрын
Yeah, yeah (alright), oh Yeah, yeah, oh (alright) Yeah, yeah, oh I don't know if it's you, I could tell the truth I'm not in the mood, yeah (yeah) Tell me how you feel, tell me if it's real, but that's nothin' new, yeah, on God Bring that shit together, I could be the glue, I could be the tool Now you tryna run the show, tryna be my main, but you number two, yeah, woah Every time they went and tried or somethin' It's a man down, man down, man down Better not bring your lil' ho around 'Cause she fanned out, fanned out, fanned out I don't know where I would be today if I never went and took a chance now But I know I had it planned out, still goin', we not even here now Bitch, I be on my own shit Yeah, bitch, I be on my own time Oh, that's your shawty? Then how we still linkin'? How come I hit that shit both times? Askin' me questions, "Tec, you really want me?" Keep it a buck, I'm like "No, why?" Baby, I'm not one of those guys I need the guap and that soul tied Yeah, see those, costed me couple Gs C-notes to see me on the scene You gettin' taxed if you not on the team I do the most, but it's showin' a fee It probably take a lot to tolerate me It's obvious, they love to change with the seasons Only one life, I got only one reason Said I do it, bitch, I'm doin' it, beastin' I don't know if it's you, I could tell the truth I'm not in the mood, yeah (yeah) Tell me how you feel, tell me if it's real, but that's nothin' new, yeah, on God Bring that shit together, I could be the glue, I could be the tool Now you tryna run the show, tryna be my main, but you number two, yeah, woah Every time they went and tried or somethin' It's a man down, man down, man down Better not bring your lil' ho around 'Cause she fanned out, fanned out, fanned out I don't know where I would be today if I never went and took a chance now But I know I had it planned out, still goin', we not even here now They're 'bout to play my song They're 'bout to play my song
@eugenepearson593912 күн бұрын
This is amazing
@dcta5113 күн бұрын
Open Drakes Heat Part 6 acapella on another tab and play them both at 0:12 at the same time
@leandroLima-tz3xd13 күн бұрын
Best instrumental wrld
@zackarystrickland491413 күн бұрын
Hatin' bitches be angry, hatin' bitches, they ain't me How the fuck I'm still chewin' bitches in gray shorts and a plain tee? Mad as fuck if I was them, D&G and it's custom Cuban Link with a pink gem, I'm the one who they pumpin' (Yup) Rap bitch on a pop chart, toastin' bitches like Pop-Tarts You's a flop, bitch, knock it off, where the champagne? I'ma pop it off Bitch, you know you ain't like that, post a pic and he like that Fat butt with a back tat, and I been bad like Mike Jack (Yup) Talk a lot, but ain't sayin' shit, I ain't hear your song, they ain't playin' it Sloppy hoes gon' chat the most, if you make your bed, better lay in it Name got the bitch gaggin', hit the bench, I been tagged in Bitch, you lost, throw the flag in, stay on a jet, but ain't laggin' (Yup) Gracie Abrams 'Risk' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Bridge] Got these bitchеs copyin' my pose Got these bitchеs bitin' on my flows Like ballerinas, keep 'em on they toes And I really write, like fuck a ghost (Yup) [Verse 2] Chanel bags and it's cashmere Oh, I see why they mad, yeah (Oh, I, oh, I) Bum bitches had a bad year Bitches stay on my Pauly D, send 'em back home like the cab's here Sold half a milli' on a mixtape Probably more on a quick tape, and it's all real, ain't shit fake (Yup) Never lucky, I been blessed, queen said I'm the princess Been gettin' them big checks in a big house, havin' rich sex Jamaican plug named Batman, pack smellin' like trash cans Let him beat it from the back and he eat it up like Pac-Man (Yup) Niggas fucked, but it ain't many, lil' body, but my name heavy Baddest out, you can ask Getty, and I never lack 'cause I stay ready Fat butt, pull my pants up, shakin' ass, got my bands up Her man callin' and she mad as fuck, bitch, be happy I don't answer (Yup)
@robnimil14 күн бұрын
Mustard gotta be one of the best producers this world has seen
@owensimpson6197 күн бұрын
He has the ear as you’d say and he is a 1010 audio engineer but this beat was bought off another producer i think
@spushkin1Күн бұрын
No lmao.
@justinpelovello14 күн бұрын
Can u do ice spice - did it first??
@vicfadez15 күн бұрын
Travis got carrrrrried by the beat
@Prod.LetHimCook12 күн бұрын
nah gang
@Thunderdunker12 күн бұрын
You kinda off butter for this comment
@vexorb35458 күн бұрын
updoot
@markusmicheaels565 күн бұрын
This beat was completely wasted on Travis
@AstinCampbell-hr7no15 күн бұрын
Intro] Uh Man (Stop playin' with 'em Riot) (Yup) [Verse 1] Hatin' bitches be angry, hatin' bitches, they ain't me How the fuck I'm still chewin' bitches in gray shorts and a plain tee? Mad as fuck if I was them, D&G and it's custom Cuban Link with a pink gem, I'm the one who they pumpin' (Yup) Rap bitch on a pop chart, toastin' bitches like Pop-Tarts You's a flop, bitch, knock it off, where the champagne? I'ma pop it off Bitch, you know you ain't like that, post a pic and he like that Fat butt with a back tat, and I been bad like Mike Jack (Yup) Talk a lot, but ain't sayin' shit, I ain't hear your song, they ain't playin' it Sloppy hoes gon' chat the most, if you make your bed, better lay in it Name got the bitch gaggin', hit the bench, I been tagged in Bitch, you lost, throw the flag in, stay on a jet, but ain't laggin' (Yup) [Bridge] Got these bitchеs copyin' my pose Got these bitchеs bitin' on my flows Like ballerinas, keep 'em on they toes And I really write, like fuck a ghost (Yup) Chanel bags and it's cashmere Oh, I see why they mad, yeah (Oh, I, oh, I) Bum bitches had a bad year Bitches stay on my Pauly D, send 'em back home like the cab's here Sold half a milli' on a mixtape Probably more on a quick tape, and it's all real, ain't shit fake (Yup) Never lucky, I been blessed, queen said I'm the princess Been gettin' them big checks in a big house, havin' rich sex Jamaican plug named Batman, pack smellin' like trash cans Let him beat it from the back and he eat it up like Pac-Man (Yup) Niggas fucked, but it ain't many, lil' body, but my name heavy Baddest out, you can ask Getty, and I never lack 'cause I stay ready Fat butt, pull my pants up, shakin' ass, got my bands up Her man callin' and she mad as fuck, bitch, be happy I don't answer (Yup) [Interlude] Oh, I see why they mad, my hearticle We came from the four line to four times Grammy-nominated, word (Yup) [Outro] Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my-, fat butt, pull my- Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my- Fat-fat-fat-fat-fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my-, fat butt, pull my- Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my- Fat-fat-fat-fat-fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up Suck my dick
@pandaflacko16 күн бұрын
Malai ta baal tah bhanda dherai nai babal Yo kura sacho chaina yesma garna kunai sawal
@taj679316 күн бұрын
No comments is crazy😭😭😭 man this shit goessssss🚦🔥🔥🔥
@TroyWynter-rn3jj17 күн бұрын
"Put that on a beat". Just little touches like keeping the Beat vocals makes the difference. Well done. 👍🔥
@TheCh1mera16 күн бұрын
Are you talking about the part at 0:15? Because if you are that’s not what he’s saying. He’s saying “Mustard on the beat ho” because that’s mustard’s (the producer) tagline.
@SkiMaskFantasies15 күн бұрын
Lmao
@chrisjones97978 күн бұрын
@@TheCh1mera To be honest I always thought it sounded like "Put that on the beat ho. Then I started hearing people say. 'Mustard on the beat ho' It is what it is 😂
@chrisjones97978 күн бұрын
@@TheCh1mera And I know it be Mustard beat by the way. That's just how it sounds 😅😅
@KIDCARMY17 күн бұрын
dope check out my freestyle to this !
@SteezusChrist6918 күн бұрын
this beat is so good im glad i can hear it with travis talking about his dick for 3 minutes lmao
@TheBluePrintx.x18 күн бұрын
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah She a baddie, she showin' her panty (she showin' her panty, she showin' her panty) Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT She a baddie, she showin' her panty (she showin' her panty) She shake it like jelly (she shake it like jelly, damn, damn) Hunnit bands in Chanely (hunnit bands in Chanely) But I'm still shakin' ass in the deli (but I'm still shakin' ass, grrah, grrah) With my bitch gettin' dirty (with my bitch gettin' dirty) He like him a wetty (he like him a wetty) He want the WAP, but I just want the fetty (grrah, grrah) And I'm baggin' his partner, I'm petty (grrah, grrah) Call me that bee while he eatin' my honey (eatin' my honey, damn) You know niggas like bitches with money (bitches with money) I get a lot (I get a lot) Takin' her spot (grrah, grrah, grrah) If you ain't cookin' then get off the pot My name Ice but I always stay hot Passenger princess, he pass me his knock (grrah, grrah) Baddest lil' bitch from my block Me and baddies be gettin' along So they always be singin' my song Steppin' outside, I'ma put that shit on (like, like) Three hundred and then I perform (damn) You know I'ma get to the bag All the hatin' bitches to the back (hatin' bitches to the back) Too much to lose, so I cannot react (damn) Damn, bitches be goin' out sad (grrah, grrah, grrah) She a baddie, she showin' her panty (she showin' her panty) She shake it like jelly (she shake it like jelly, damn, damn) Hunnit bands in Chanely (hunnit bands in Chanely) But I'm still shakin' ass in the deli (grrah, grrah) With my bitch gettin' dirty (with my bitch gettin' dirty) He like him a wetty (he like him a wetty) He want the WAP, but I just want the fetty (grrah) And I'm baggin' his partner, I'm petty (grrah, grrah) Feelin' a smooch and I'm showin' my coochie PJ to Emilio Pucci (damn, damn) I love white bitches like shoutout to Lucy If she bad then I let her seduce me (damn, damn) I'm the shit, I'm that bitch, I'm Miss Poopie Juice in my cup got me feelin' real loopy (got me feelin' real loopy) 40-inch, middle-parted (40-inch, middle-parted) He got all my pics hearted (grrah, grrah) They all like, "Damn, Ice, your flow be the hardest" (like) I'm not a regular artist Grrah, grrah Goku and I'm just gettin' started Baddies on baddies, they know how to move 'Ooters on 'ooters, they know how to 'oot Bussin' that pack, goin' straight to the moon (goin' straight to the moon) Off the juice, actin' loose She a baddie, she showin' her panty (she showin' her panty) She shake it like jelly (she shake it like jelly, damn, damn) Hunnit bands in Chanely (hunnit bands in Chanely) But I'm still shakin' ass in the deli (grrah, grrah) With my bitch gettin' dirty (with my bitch gettin' dirty) He like him a wetty (he like him a wetty) He want the WAP, but I just want the fetty (grrah) And I'm baggin' his partner, I'm petty (grrah, grrah) And I'm baggin' his partner, I'm petty (and I'm baggin' his partner, I'm petty) But I'm still shakin' ass in the deli (but I'm still shakin' ass in the deli) Grrah, grrah, grrah
@TheBluePrintx.x18 күн бұрын
What the fuck I'ma say in the intro? Hahaha You want me to say somethin' so bad (Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT) Can you, please? Think you the shit, bitch? You not even the fart (grrah) I be goin' hard (grrah) I'm breakin' they hearts, like Bitches be quick, but I'm quicker (like) Bitches be thick, but I'm thicker (like) She could be rich, but I'm richer (damn) Take-takin' her man (takin' her man) Don't give a fuck (don't give a fuck) Out in the Yams (out in the Yams) And I'm keepin' one tucked (keepin' one tucked) I make me some jams (I make me some jams) Unlocked that advance (unlock that advance) I said four hundred bands (I said four hundred bands) Just to do my lil' dance (grrah) Bitch, I'm a brand (like) Bitch, I'm a baddie, I get what I want (damn) All in Balenci', I look like a bum I got the jatty, he just wanna hump (hump) Walk through and start shakin' my hips I'ma dip when I stack all my chips (like) Strip a dummy, I want the whole 'fit I got a French nigga sendin' me tips, grrah Think you the shit, bitch? You not even the fart (grrah) I be goin' hard (grrah) I'm breakin' they hearts, like Bitches be quick, but I'm quicker (like) Bitches be thick, but I'm thicker (like) She could be rich, but I'm richer (damn) His bitch at home playin' dress-up (huh?) She must've thought she could catch up (grrah) I got my foot on they necks, I can't let up (grrah) She all on the floor, told her, "Get up" (get up) She my son, but I ain't her mammy (I ain't her mammy) Bitches can't stand me (bitches can't stand me) Eat through my panties (eat through my panties) Hard knock life, no Annie I need a vacay, I'm losin' my tan (damn) I'd lose anything before my man I'm a pretty bitch, I don't like fightin' On the beat, I'm goin' Super Saiyan (grrah) I said, "Mirror, mirror, who the fairest?" (Huh?) Leave a bum nigga lookin' embarrassed (like) Spent a hundred-fifty on some carats (grrah) That shit cray like them niggas in Paris Think you the shit, bitch? You not even the fart (grrah) I be goin' hard (grrah) I'm breakin' they hearts, like Bitches be quick, but I'm quicker (like) Bitches be thick, but I'm thicker (like) She could be rich, but I'm richer (damn)
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This shii fire 🔥🔥🔥🔥
i had to remix the song cuz Ice & CC fumbled HARD bro
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bro is a hero
It goes hard
Vsts?
Love the beat and the song awesome!!!!!!°
This beat sucks it’s so scary and weird
Run up and get done up🔥🔥🔥
How come when I see your name on my lock screen I already know what it means? I was rolling in his bed, you was rent-free in my head I thought I was done with that lease Please I wanna love another person Can I please love another person this time? Oh, oh, me I been putting all this work in And you still got a place in my mind Oh, oh Why it's gotta be your way? I want it to be mine What you think this is, foreplay? Must be outta your mind They tell me to ignore it Don't you think that I've tried And I've tried, and I've tried, and I've tried I know when you said goodbye, you ain't mean no goodbye Here we go, uh-oh, ah I know when you get to liking my pictures, it's time Here we go, uh-oh, ah Over and over and over we go Older and older and older, but so? Soon as I finally meet someone else that I like Here we go, uh-oh, ah Already know Could never be a bitter person 'cause I'm grown You always outside, take your ass back home Pulling up on me, boy, you wrong Uh-uh-oh Why it's gotta be your way? I want it to be mine What you think this is, foreplay? Must be outta your mind They tell me to ignore it Don't you think that I've tried And I've tried, and I've tried, and I've tried I know when you said goodbye, you ain't mean no goodbye Here we go, uh-oh, ah I know when you get to liking my pictures, it's time Here we go, uh-oh, ah Over and over and over we go Older and older and older, but so? Soon as I finally meet someone else that I like Here we go, uh-oh, ah Better man Why don't you just be the better man? Why I gotta be the bigger man? You just wanna be the middle man Tryna get in between Why don't you just be the better man? Why I gotta be the bigger man? You just wanna be the middle man Tryna get in between Better man Why don't you just be the better man? (Baby, 'cause you know you're wrong) Why I gotta be the bigger man? You just wanna be the middle man Tryna get in between Why don't you just be the better man? (I can't keep playing games with you no more) Why I gotta be the bigger man? You just wanna be the middle man Tryna get in between
Hmmm. I was about to stem out the beats for the entire album for my personal listening pleasure. So I'm clear, this is the original, instrumental that was officially released?
Period big Sean is my birthday twin 😍
Beat is 🔥🔥🔥
Love this boom boom
Ive been looking for this for the past hour ty
🥶🥶🥶
Uh, what (All, all, all kind of ideas) Never before, nigga, uh-huh (All, all, all kind of ideas, all kind of ideas) Yeah, boy, yeah, nigga Last night, uh-huh (All-all-all-all-all-all-all kind of ideas) Yeah, boy, uh-huh Yeah (All-all-all-all-all-all kind, all kind of ideas) Yeah, yeah, uh-huh Uh, uh, yeah, ayo [Verse 1: Pete Rock & Rakim] I'm soul brother uno (Uno), black from the future Make beats on the table if I break my computer (Break my computer) And still make hits like I used to (Uh) Keep your top five, I'm God's favorite producer (For real) Sixteen bars of pressure, no metronome (Nope) Thinking outside the box, that's a better zone (Way better) So many ideas coming out the wazoo (Uh) It's only one of me, can never do what I do (Ayy) Past, present and future; that is timeless (Uh) Been a lot a things, but I never been rhymeless (Never) Drums like scattered showers when I rain, man (Uh-huh) Giving you food for soul, that's the game plan (Word) Tears for fears (What), I said a shout out to all my peers But I never ran out of all kind of ideas, I said (All kind of ideas, yeah, boy) Tears for fear, a shout out to all my peers (What) But never ran out of all kind of ideas (Let's go) See upcoming rap shows Get tickets for your favorite artists You might also like Chi-Town Do It Common & Pete Rock Fortunate Common & Pete Rock Now And Then Common & Pete Rock [Break: Rakim] All, all-all-all-all kind of ideas, all kind of ideas All-all-all-all-all kind of ideas, all kind of ideas All-all, all-all-all kind, all kind of ideas All, all-all-all-all kind of ideas, all kind of ideas [Verse 2: Common & Rakim] Rack focus to the black Moses that's light skinned A dawn like when the night end, I'm multi-hyphened My stipend is ripened from Chi’ to Big Apple On the mic, I'm Micah Parsons any subject I tackle And grapple with wack dudes And school niggas like black schools 'cause they lack rules Niggas mad 'cause I know that cash rules everything around me except my mind The underground found me, and depth I find on the railroad I unjail souls like Harriet Spitting chariots of fire through the wire and live barb fences I murder MCs, some say that it's senseless (All) Bomber like a winter coat though I've been In the trenches Known to go for it like fourth and inches Move the chains, I maneuver through the game My thought grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train Foes came sporting fake smiles like dentures Them monkeys been programmed, at them, I throw wrenches Hunger for the game, your thirst never quenches You search for mentions, I unearth dimensions These are adventures from Avalon benches The real hip-hop, Com' came to his senses Extensions of a man, the master planned for years For me to bring to the world (All kind of ideas) [Break: Rakim] All kind, all-all-all-all kind of ideas, all-all kind of ideas All kind of, all, all All kind of ideas, all kind of ideas All kind of-all kind of ideas All kind of, all-all-all-all-all kind of ideas All-all kind of ideas All kind of, all-all-all-all-all kind of ideas (All-all-all kind of ideas) All-all-all-all-all-all kind of ideas All kind of, all-all kind of ideas All kind, all kind of ideas, ideas, ideas, ideas, ideas
This sounds expensive
Whole street ran when I let it bang. Pull up for the gang. Whole street woke up when it rang. See a op , it go biddy bang. I don't think they understand. Welcome to murder land.
First things first girk u
This should be extended. It can't get old!!
This a different instrumental
Sign Up Have It All Lil JoJo and $wagg Lyrics About Comments 1 1 Have It All Lyrics [Intro] Young Chop on the beat [Chorus: Swagg Dinero & Lil JoJo] If you grabbing, then we taxing, you can have it all Yeah, bitch, we got them racks and you can have it all If it's commas that's involved, you can have it all It ain't shit to a boss, you can have it all Big cannon in my draws, you can have it all Bust some shots at a opp, watch his body fall Whole thirty, let 'em off, you can have it all If you holding, hit your pockets, bitch, I need it all [Verse 1: Swagg Dinero] Okay, off the top, how I do this shit, I get a lot of niggas hatin' To me, that shit all good 'cause that's how we gon' get paid I'm a beast up in these True's, who the fuck is you? My niggas totin' tools, Bob the Builder on these dudes Too many Swishers, I can't roll 'em up Pass 'em to my bitch, yeah, she know what's up She bad as fuck and she drillin' quick Pass hеr to my man's and I bet he hit All my niggas recklеss, tatted like some eses Liquor in my cup, speedin', no expressway The highway, yeah, that's my way (The highway, yeah, that's my way) Leave 'em dead in the driveway (Leave 'em dead in the driveway) Edai, you can have it all, all the drillers feel the same Told her, "I ain't no psychiatrist, but I want that brain" [Chorus: Swagg Dinero & Lil JoJo] If you grabbing, then we taxing, you can have it all Yeah, bitch, we got them racks and you can have it all If it's commas that's involved, you can have it all It ain't shit to a boss, you can have it all Big cannon in my draws, you can have it all Bust some shots at a opp, watch his body fall Whole thirty, let 'em off, you can have it all If you holding, hit your pockets, bitch, I need it all [Verse 2: Lil JoJo] My niggas official, boy, they bound to kill (Bound to kill) Catch a opp, he gettin' popped just like a pill (Just like a pill) My niggas 'bout that life, so we keep the steel (They with it) It ain't no game in the field, boy, this shit is real Niggas snakes, so you better watch who you trust Same niggas you kick it with, same niggas that get you fucked up But I ain't with that tricky shit (I'm not) Smokin' dope, real dope, yeah, that sticky shit (Loud) I got a bad bitch, pretty face, she thick as shit Took her to the crib and gave her ass the dope dick She say, "JoJo, eat me!" I say, "No, bitch! (What's wrong with you?) What the fuck is wrong with you? You a thot, bitch" [Chorus: Swagg Dinero & Lil Mister] If you grabbing, then we taxing, you can have it all It's Montana, boy, I got the .40 by my draws If it's commas that's involved, you can have it all I'm in the field, this shit for real, boy, we don't play at all Big cannon in my draws, you can have it all Say hello, say hello to my little friend (Bang) Whole thirty, let 'em off, you can have it all We sendin' shots, sendin' shots, boy, we don't play at all
Been here since the old days you been dropping the beats 🤘🏽
This shit so tough
🔥
Damn
Actually accurate - Best one on YT
ST7 gang Fabricando as notas antes não era ninguém Sujeito homem só tem valor pelo que faz por alguém Só dão valor pra um quebrada se não tiver quebrado também Brilho da inveja de arrombado reflete na chainz Brilho da mente brilhante reflete na conta corrente Brilho do Ice brilhante Reflete na garota quente Trabalho do mano brilhante Atrai olhar aqui dessa gente O drip pode ser congelante Mas o molho my brudda é quente (paw) JP é master Drill Cozinho tipo Masterchef Elas fervendo no cio Meu tempero é que elas querem Grana sobe, elas descem Se joga só porque canto rap Grana sobe, elas descem Se joga pros menor do 7 (Grrr) É do 0 isso aqui Não sou um mano comum Me elevando ao zero pra que Eu seja o número um Colabs em outro país Eu e meus bros vivendo disso First turn brudda from the hood I get the commas with numbers, that's period
ako si boy kasta
Rigamortus" Alright, here we go, third take Real quick, Ali Mm Got me breathing with dragons I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard I'm Marilyn Manson with madness Now just imagine the magic I light to asses Don't ask for your favorite rapper (He dead), yes, sir (Amen), church (He dead), I killed him (Amen), bitch And this is rigor mortis and it's gorgeous when you die Ali recorded and I'm Morpheus, the matrix of my mind I'm out the orbit, you an orphan and a hairdresser combined I'm on the toilet when I rhyme, if you the shit, then I decline I climax where you begin and then I end on cloud nine And that's important when you morph into an angel in the sky And don't be forging all my signatures, my listeners reply And tell me that you biting style, you got a hell of an appetite And I'ma be here for a while, just buckle up before the ride Or knuckle up if you can fight, we always making 'em duck or die A suit and tie is suitable and usual in suicide CSI just might investigate this fucking parasite (He dead, amen) That's what they telling me Aim it at your celebrity, this is studio felony Ferragami so many and cool enough for the '70s Nigga, payback's a bitch, and bitch, you been livin' in debt with me Dead 'em all and especially Leave a call on his mother voicemail that say that he rest in peace Bigger chopper the recipe Wrestling? That's irrelevant, rather rest at your residence Whistling to the melody, couldn't think of a better D Better be on your P and Q, it's just me, Jay Rock, Soul, and Q Solar system and barbecue, nothing else you can do (He dead), yup-yup (Amen), I killed him (He dead, amen), amen Got me breathing with dragons I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard I'm Marilyn Manson, don't ask for your favorite rapper (He dead), yup-yup (Amen), I know (He dead), for sure (Amen), amen Got me breathing with dragons I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard I'm Marilyn Manson, don't ask for your favorite rapper I wrapped him and made him Casper, I capture the likes of NASA My pedigree to fly past ya, I'll pass the weed to the pastor We all are sinners, won't you send us to Bible study faster? Your hypocritist reaction a blasphemy, I assassin my casualty And it's casually done, and tell 'em my salary come In lump sum one hundreds, don't talk to me 'bout no money The sun is under my feet, and I come in peace to compete I don't run if you'd rather leap, my statistics go up in weeks And I go visit the nearest creek, and I get busy on many MC Really ballistic, anybody can see Any assistance, everybody deceased Some persistence, recognize I be Really too vicious, the permanent beast And the demolition breaking up the street Better partition, better dot your T And I gon' mention how the far you see Putting my dick in the rap industry Everybody bitching, getting mad at me Recognize Kendrick in the battery And I'm charged up, and the catastrophe Is charged up, and the audacity Of y'all fucks never could hassle me And y'all luck just ran out, you'll see (He dead), yup-yup (Amen), I know (He dead), for sure (Amen), amen Got me breathing with dragons I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard I'm Marilyn Manson, don't ask for your favorite rapper (He dead), yup-yup (Amen), I know (He dead), for sure (Amen), amen
TYYY
Yeah, yeah (alright), oh Yeah, yeah, oh (alright) Yeah, yeah, oh I don't know if it's you, I could tell the truth I'm not in the mood, yeah (yeah) Tell me how you feel, tell me if it's real, but that's nothin' new, yeah, on God Bring that shit together, I could be the glue, I could be the tool Now you tryna run the show, tryna be my main, but you number two, yeah, woah Every time they went and tried or somethin' It's a man down, man down, man down Better not bring your lil' ho around 'Cause she fanned out, fanned out, fanned out I don't know where I would be today if I never went and took a chance now But I know I had it planned out, still goin', we not even here now Bitch, I be on my own shit Yeah, bitch, I be on my own time Oh, that's your shawty? Then how we still linkin'? How come I hit that shit both times? Askin' me questions, "Tec, you really want me?" Keep it a buck, I'm like "No, why?" Baby, I'm not one of those guys I need the guap and that soul tied Yeah, see those, costed me couple Gs C-notes to see me on the scene You gettin' taxed if you not on the team I do the most, but it's showin' a fee It probably take a lot to tolerate me It's obvious, they love to change with the seasons Only one life, I got only one reason Said I do it, bitch, I'm doin' it, beastin' I don't know if it's you, I could tell the truth I'm not in the mood, yeah (yeah) Tell me how you feel, tell me if it's real, but that's nothin' new, yeah, on God Bring that shit together, I could be the glue, I could be the tool Now you tryna run the show, tryna be my main, but you number two, yeah, woah Every time they went and tried or somethin' It's a man down, man down, man down Better not bring your lil' ho around 'Cause she fanned out, fanned out, fanned out I don't know where I would be today if I never went and took a chance now But I know I had it planned out, still goin', we not even here now They're 'bout to play my song They're 'bout to play my song
This is amazing
Open Drakes Heat Part 6 acapella on another tab and play them both at 0:12 at the same time
Best instrumental wrld
Hatin' bitches be angry, hatin' bitches, they ain't me How the fuck I'm still chewin' bitches in gray shorts and a plain tee? Mad as fuck if I was them, D&G and it's custom Cuban Link with a pink gem, I'm the one who they pumpin' (Yup) Rap bitch on a pop chart, toastin' bitches like Pop-Tarts You's a flop, bitch, knock it off, where the champagne? I'ma pop it off Bitch, you know you ain't like that, post a pic and he like that Fat butt with a back tat, and I been bad like Mike Jack (Yup) Talk a lot, but ain't sayin' shit, I ain't hear your song, they ain't playin' it Sloppy hoes gon' chat the most, if you make your bed, better lay in it Name got the bitch gaggin', hit the bench, I been tagged in Bitch, you lost, throw the flag in, stay on a jet, but ain't laggin' (Yup) Gracie Abrams 'Risk' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Bridge] Got these bitchеs copyin' my pose Got these bitchеs bitin' on my flows Like ballerinas, keep 'em on they toes And I really write, like fuck a ghost (Yup) [Verse 2] Chanel bags and it's cashmere Oh, I see why they mad, yeah (Oh, I, oh, I) Bum bitches had a bad year Bitches stay on my Pauly D, send 'em back home like the cab's here Sold half a milli' on a mixtape Probably more on a quick tape, and it's all real, ain't shit fake (Yup) Never lucky, I been blessed, queen said I'm the princess Been gettin' them big checks in a big house, havin' rich sex Jamaican plug named Batman, pack smellin' like trash cans Let him beat it from the back and he eat it up like Pac-Man (Yup) Niggas fucked, but it ain't many, lil' body, but my name heavy Baddest out, you can ask Getty, and I never lack 'cause I stay ready Fat butt, pull my pants up, shakin' ass, got my bands up Her man callin' and she mad as fuck, bitch, be happy I don't answer (Yup)
Mustard gotta be one of the best producers this world has seen
He has the ear as you’d say and he is a 1010 audio engineer but this beat was bought off another producer i think
No lmao.
Can u do ice spice - did it first??
Travis got carrrrrried by the beat
nah gang
You kinda off butter for this comment
updoot
This beat was completely wasted on Travis
Intro] Uh Man (Stop playin' with 'em Riot) (Yup) [Verse 1] Hatin' bitches be angry, hatin' bitches, they ain't me How the fuck I'm still chewin' bitches in gray shorts and a plain tee? Mad as fuck if I was them, D&G and it's custom Cuban Link with a pink gem, I'm the one who they pumpin' (Yup) Rap bitch on a pop chart, toastin' bitches like Pop-Tarts You's a flop, bitch, knock it off, where the champagne? I'ma pop it off Bitch, you know you ain't like that, post a pic and he like that Fat butt with a back tat, and I been bad like Mike Jack (Yup) Talk a lot, but ain't sayin' shit, I ain't hear your song, they ain't playin' it Sloppy hoes gon' chat the most, if you make your bed, better lay in it Name got the bitch gaggin', hit the bench, I been tagged in Bitch, you lost, throw the flag in, stay on a jet, but ain't laggin' (Yup) [Bridge] Got these bitchеs copyin' my pose Got these bitchеs bitin' on my flows Like ballerinas, keep 'em on they toes And I really write, like fuck a ghost (Yup) Chanel bags and it's cashmere Oh, I see why they mad, yeah (Oh, I, oh, I) Bum bitches had a bad year Bitches stay on my Pauly D, send 'em back home like the cab's here Sold half a milli' on a mixtape Probably more on a quick tape, and it's all real, ain't shit fake (Yup) Never lucky, I been blessed, queen said I'm the princess Been gettin' them big checks in a big house, havin' rich sex Jamaican plug named Batman, pack smellin' like trash cans Let him beat it from the back and he eat it up like Pac-Man (Yup) Niggas fucked, but it ain't many, lil' body, but my name heavy Baddest out, you can ask Getty, and I never lack 'cause I stay ready Fat butt, pull my pants up, shakin' ass, got my bands up Her man callin' and she mad as fuck, bitch, be happy I don't answer (Yup) [Interlude] Oh, I see why they mad, my hearticle We came from the four line to four times Grammy-nominated, word (Yup) [Outro] Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my-, fat butt, pull my- Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my- Fat-fat-fat-fat-fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my-, fat butt, pull my- Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my- Fat-fat-fat-fat-fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up Suck my dick
Malai ta baal tah bhanda dherai nai babal Yo kura sacho chaina yesma garna kunai sawal
No comments is crazy😭😭😭 man this shit goessssss🚦🔥🔥🔥
"Put that on a beat". Just little touches like keeping the Beat vocals makes the difference. Well done. 👍🔥
Are you talking about the part at 0:15? Because if you are that’s not what he’s saying. He’s saying “Mustard on the beat ho” because that’s mustard’s (the producer) tagline.
Lmao
@@TheCh1mera To be honest I always thought it sounded like "Put that on the beat ho. Then I started hearing people say. 'Mustard on the beat ho' It is what it is 😂
@@TheCh1mera And I know it be Mustard beat by the way. That's just how it sounds 😅😅
dope check out my freestyle to this !
this beat is so good im glad i can hear it with travis talking about his dick for 3 minutes lmao
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah She a baddie, she showin' her panty (she showin' her panty, she showin' her panty) Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT She a baddie, she showin' her panty (she showin' her panty) She shake it like jelly (she shake it like jelly, damn, damn) Hunnit bands in Chanely (hunnit bands in Chanely) But I'm still shakin' ass in the deli (but I'm still shakin' ass, grrah, grrah) With my bitch gettin' dirty (with my bitch gettin' dirty) He like him a wetty (he like him a wetty) He want the WAP, but I just want the fetty (grrah, grrah) And I'm baggin' his partner, I'm petty (grrah, grrah) Call me that bee while he eatin' my honey (eatin' my honey, damn) You know niggas like bitches with money (bitches with money) I get a lot (I get a lot) Takin' her spot (grrah, grrah, grrah) If you ain't cookin' then get off the pot My name Ice but I always stay hot Passenger princess, he pass me his knock (grrah, grrah) Baddest lil' bitch from my block Me and baddies be gettin' along So they always be singin' my song Steppin' outside, I'ma put that shit on (like, like) Three hundred and then I perform (damn) You know I'ma get to the bag All the hatin' bitches to the back (hatin' bitches to the back) Too much to lose, so I cannot react (damn) Damn, bitches be goin' out sad (grrah, grrah, grrah) She a baddie, she showin' her panty (she showin' her panty) She shake it like jelly (she shake it like jelly, damn, damn) Hunnit bands in Chanely (hunnit bands in Chanely) But I'm still shakin' ass in the deli (grrah, grrah) With my bitch gettin' dirty (with my bitch gettin' dirty) He like him a wetty (he like him a wetty) He want the WAP, but I just want the fetty (grrah) And I'm baggin' his partner, I'm petty (grrah, grrah) Feelin' a smooch and I'm showin' my coochie PJ to Emilio Pucci (damn, damn) I love white bitches like shoutout to Lucy If she bad then I let her seduce me (damn, damn) I'm the shit, I'm that bitch, I'm Miss Poopie Juice in my cup got me feelin' real loopy (got me feelin' real loopy) 40-inch, middle-parted (40-inch, middle-parted) He got all my pics hearted (grrah, grrah) They all like, "Damn, Ice, your flow be the hardest" (like) I'm not a regular artist Grrah, grrah Goku and I'm just gettin' started Baddies on baddies, they know how to move 'Ooters on 'ooters, they know how to 'oot Bussin' that pack, goin' straight to the moon (goin' straight to the moon) Off the juice, actin' loose She a baddie, she showin' her panty (she showin' her panty) She shake it like jelly (she shake it like jelly, damn, damn) Hunnit bands in Chanely (hunnit bands in Chanely) But I'm still shakin' ass in the deli (grrah, grrah) With my bitch gettin' dirty (with my bitch gettin' dirty) He like him a wetty (he like him a wetty) He want the WAP, but I just want the fetty (grrah) And I'm baggin' his partner, I'm petty (grrah, grrah) And I'm baggin' his partner, I'm petty (and I'm baggin' his partner, I'm petty) But I'm still shakin' ass in the deli (but I'm still shakin' ass in the deli) Grrah, grrah, grrah
What the fuck I'ma say in the intro? Hahaha You want me to say somethin' so bad (Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT) Can you, please? Think you the shit, bitch? You not even the fart (grrah) I be goin' hard (grrah) I'm breakin' they hearts, like Bitches be quick, but I'm quicker (like) Bitches be thick, but I'm thicker (like) She could be rich, but I'm richer (damn) Take-takin' her man (takin' her man) Don't give a fuck (don't give a fuck) Out in the Yams (out in the Yams) And I'm keepin' one tucked (keepin' one tucked) I make me some jams (I make me some jams) Unlocked that advance (unlock that advance) I said four hundred bands (I said four hundred bands) Just to do my lil' dance (grrah) Bitch, I'm a brand (like) Bitch, I'm a baddie, I get what I want (damn) All in Balenci', I look like a bum I got the jatty, he just wanna hump (hump) Walk through and start shakin' my hips I'ma dip when I stack all my chips (like) Strip a dummy, I want the whole 'fit I got a French nigga sendin' me tips, grrah Think you the shit, bitch? You not even the fart (grrah) I be goin' hard (grrah) I'm breakin' they hearts, like Bitches be quick, but I'm quicker (like) Bitches be thick, but I'm thicker (like) She could be rich, but I'm richer (damn) His bitch at home playin' dress-up (huh?) She must've thought she could catch up (grrah) I got my foot on they necks, I can't let up (grrah) She all on the floor, told her, "Get up" (get up) She my son, but I ain't her mammy (I ain't her mammy) Bitches can't stand me (bitches can't stand me) Eat through my panties (eat through my panties) Hard knock life, no Annie I need a vacay, I'm losin' my tan (damn) I'd lose anything before my man I'm a pretty bitch, I don't like fightin' On the beat, I'm goin' Super Saiyan (grrah) I said, "Mirror, mirror, who the fairest?" (Huh?) Leave a bum nigga lookin' embarrassed (like) Spent a hundred-fifty on some carats (grrah) That shit cray like them niggas in Paris Think you the shit, bitch? You not even the fart (grrah) I be goin' hard (grrah) I'm breakin' they hearts, like Bitches be quick, but I'm quicker (like) Bitches be thick, but I'm thicker (like) She could be rich, but I'm richer (damn)
Yungeen Ace need to hop on this
I'm going to lace this tracc, wait 4it👑💎🔵♿💯
Hard af