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you can still hear T.I

Ma Mémoire mauvaise, jme sens con d'en être reconnaissant

i wake up in the morning then bounce my ass and then i cook some food then i go outside and bounce my ass on a good looking dude bounce my ass in public bounce my ass up in the lunch line wven bounce my ass up in the office whek its crunch time bounce my ass when im drunk and bounce it till im sober and yk im bouncing ass when all the homies come over bounce ot w my friends and bounce jt on my enimes the other day i bounce my ass so hard i got an injury bouncd my ass so hard and sometimes it get me in trouble, the other day i bounced my ass so hard i pulled a muscle, booty bouncin champion and imma keep on grinding for it other day i bounced my ass so hard i tore my spinal cord

Thank you

Put a soft clipper in the master channel

BERLEEZYYYY❤

Travi$ Scott - Upper Echelon (ft. T.I. & 2 Chainz (prod. by Mike Dean)

How is that official instrumental? Way different drums than the original song...

What a evil bitch you fed the bait and I had to keep eating it all the diecetful shit all the words you said you can’t take back no more take backs no more tit for tat I’m so done with that glad your moving on new boys every week head game must be going strong if I write a book about all the shit you did to me it would be a hundred pages long all the news got me stressing now I’m smoking on the bongs this isn’t the life I expected so I won’t be here for long supposed to be a fairytale now it’s another heartbreak song Poured my heart out for you and you rip it into pieces never trust a bitch now has a real reason I guess I had to leave you before you left me because I know deep down your feeling for me were empty now I empty my feelings deep in a bottle how can a person be so low and have no morals everyday I try fight the feeling from you but it just keeps on going just keeps on going like yea Like yea no I don’t want to fight I just wanna get my paper stack it take a trip to Dubai for all the nights made me cry for the nights you made me sad and the nights you made me mad man you make me sick how could I fall in love with that your just another trap your just another rat had a gut feeling and I’m glad I stuck with that said you fucking loved me then go stab me in my back getting with my mates it’s just as sad as that I hope you get your heart broken so fucking bad hope you stay up all night crying to your dad while I’m living life doing things you only wish you had but that’s how it goes how the future plays out only god really knows so I put my trust in him so that my future can grow

2:58

If anyone wants the second part looped, search up “TH-cam Loop” and copy/paste the link for this vid on there, and you can loop any part of the song, and it’ll keep looping plus you can play it in the background

Danm this shit is fire

What’s the other song that released with this one??

0:25 why does it sound so similar to a song? Am I tripping? What was this sampled from?

This beat is too hard , rap country lol ima grab the guitar at this year Christmas banquet and perform this lol

0:18

how to find that doooo daaahhh sfx?

The best beat I’ve ever heard yet

0:27 M-

EEZYYYYYYYY

Future and Young Chop all over this sound that Travis stole at the time

EUGHHHHH

🔥

Can u please drop all album Instrumentals including the deluxe

1:40 4 me the best part

Autumn leaves, dropping down, feel the breeze Newer steez, feel the sound, pay the fees Jungle grease, round the town, golden Grillz Shiny teeth, kiss the ground, bended knees Coz I give the respect to the Almighty Humble on the surface, behind I, act naughty Niggas rolling weed like eggs in chapattis I always keep it a buck like we in Milwaukee My kicks fllllly, nigga like karate So don't you act dodgy or shady like sunglasses Try it in Kampala and see how the gun flashes Rich dudes spending in bars who skipped classes Young girls falling in love with circumstances Young kings looking for love with no finances Let me trrrry, to maybe enhance it Age just a number but wealth is not a figure Met so many girls who were in caves, gold diggers If men are trash then I guess that makes women litter Coz birds of a feather always flock together And one man's garbage is another man's pride *It's a dog-eat-dog world niggas sharp-eyed But even thieves have honor like the samurai And that's what makes a nigga, a true alumni *Fell in love with the caterpillar fuck the butterfly But if they're in my belly then I'll meet em eye to eye Conquered my emotions, I'm the king of my heart *Even if you disrespect me, man the crown won't depart 1 million hours in but I still praaaaactice the art Picasso with the pen strokes, Kendrick with the huh Praying every morning that the steps I make sure *If your heart is feeling empty then your purpose is the cure In music nigga, they view me as a connoisseur Y'all taste is like a man with no home; poor Well that makes me the Suuudhir of this rap shit Axe the competition ,like it'ssssss an armpit Coz niggas are not it I'm tryna accomplish, Some Neil Arm-strong first man, on the moon shit *I'm not Metro but my raps are probably Boomin My girl ain't a model but man she's a real 10 I come from the East so I'm part of the wise men *Imma rap superhero, I feel like Ben 10 *Coz it's always hero time when im picking up my pen *Then again, I've been a villain, an Outkast Like Andre Ben, I keep it 3000, im steadfast In my lane, eating these rappers for breakfast It's a gain, to feature with Trev on your track It's a win, to stand up on your feet so don't give up *Until you reach the very end, which is the bread

That Guitar hit me like a sack of bricks 💀🙏 3:04

If you a real 1 you know gamer by xpertheif the og version

Don't you open up that window Don't you let out that antidote (yeah) Poppin' p- is all we know (ooh) In the hills is all we know (Hollywood) Don't go through the front door (through the back) It's lowkey at the night show (ooh) So, don't you open up that window (ooh) Don't you let out that antidote, yeah Party on a Sunday (that was fun) Do it all again on Monday (one more time) Spent a check on a weekend (oh, my God) I might do it all again (that's boss shit) I just hit a three peat (ooh) F- three h- I met this week (Robert Horry) I don't do no old h- (oh, no, no) My n-, that's a no-no (straight up) She just want the coco (cocaína) I just want dinero (paper hunt, wait) Who that at the front door? (Who that is?) If it's the feds, oh, no, no, no (don't let 'em in, shh) Don't you open up that window (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Don't you let out that antidote (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah) Poppin' p- is all we know (yeah) In the hills is all we know (Hollywood) Don't go through the front door (in the back) It's lowkey at the night show (ooh) Yeah, ooh, ooh, at the night show (ooh-ooh-ooh, ah) At the night show (higher) At the night show (ooh-ooh-ooh, ah) Ooh, at the night show (get lit, my n-) Ooh, at the night show (yeah) Anything can happen at the night show (ooh-ooh-ooh, ah) Everything can happen at the night show Ooh, at the night show Anything can happen at the night show Ooh, at the night show Ooh, your b- not at home, she at the night show Ooh (straight up), f- right, h- Ooh, had to catch a flight for the night show Ooh (let's go), let's get piped though Bottles got us right though, we ain't sippin' light, no (rrr, La Flame) I ain't got no type though Only got one night though We can do it twice though (rrr, it's lit) At the night show, ooh At the night show (ooh, ooh) At the night show Ooh, at the night show Yeah, at the night show Everything can happen at the night show Ooh, at the night show Anything can happen at the night show, ooh Stackin' up day to day, young n- You know you gotta go get it, go get it, my n- They hatin', they stankin', they waitin' Don't be mistaken, we dyin', they stayin' Lord, I'm on fire, they think that I'm Satan Callin' me crazy on different occasions Kickin' the cameraman off of my stages 'Cause I don't like how he snappin' my angles I'm overboard and I'm over-impatient Over my n- and these kids my ages Dealin' with Mo' sh- that's more complicated Like these two b- that might be related H-Town, you got one, and you Bun B like a number-one It's late night, got a late show If you wanna roll, I got a place where, ah Poppin' p- is all we know (ooh) In the hills is all we know (Hollywood) Don't go through the front door (through the back) It's lowkey at the night show (ooh) So don't you open up that window (ooh) (Don't you let out that antidote

0:44

escutando todo dia, Metro x Travis!🥶🥇

The outro was fresh!

Sign Up COFFEE BEAN Exercise 6LACK Lyrics About Comments Only a day after announcing the release date for his upcoming album East Atlanta Love Letter… Read More 17.9K11 1 See rap shows near Los Angeles Get tickets as low as $73 COFFEE BEAN Exercise Lyrics [Intro] Got a little cold Look [Verse] Don't mention my name if it ain't love attached This exercise, man I love to rap It only take a couple bars for me to warm up Show up, show out All over the place, like a Nicki. M roll out Shout out to the Barbs, but don't be in my comments Spammin' wit’ no unicorns, fuckin' up my conscience It’s love, I just figure out the best metaphors My studio a Mecca like a young Okafor This is polished, shinin', eclipse, blindin’ Tom Brady timin', young Clipse, Grindin' Niggas think that I'm a singer till I really hit that switch My mental dictionary is a fully loaded clip I'm wit’ Sway in the AM, sip gin like, Asian rapper, back from battle rapper days I got accolades, Grammy nominated from my first shit Put your best verse against my worst shit, perfect Ain't it funny how that shit goes I ain't viral, but I bet this shit goes I know they love it when a nigga put them words together Spit, rip, and dip, put them verbs together Shit's strange, long way from where I came Evil blockin' my vision just like a bang But I’m Geppetto to a puppet Writer for a muppet Eye on the prize, you got pride? Better tuck it I ain't pop but I got carbonated verses Them shits burn like soda when you first sip I can't kick no bullshit when people out here suicidal So love to my idols, love for my rivals Love to my bible, love for my rifle Love like Eiffel Tower, over any nigga thinkin' that he wit’ me Listen to your CD, put em in a [?], shoulda been a frisbee This is for my nigga’s back home, Zone This is for the ones who led me on, gone This is for them girls thinkin' wrong, it's long And this is for my girl when I get home, bone Strong, wish a nigga clone Wish a nigga pluck a hair just for a strand of DNA Take it to the lab, hold it to the light And give it to the specimen, but not quite right I'm flexed up lyrical tech up, TEC’d up Complex nigga Nadeska, blessed up I could do this shit wit’ no hands and no eyes Could probably kick this shit with no foot, I'm that fire I am not to be compared, don't be foolish Southern rapper wit’ a twist, like a Rubik’s I am Skywalker smokin', don't get too high, bitch I did not come here to play, I'm on some Kawhi shit I'm on some Dubai Shit, I'm on some "save up and be wise" shit It sounds lame when them singles stop streamin' And your labels stop callin’, and you stressed out tryin’ I'll be somewhere on an island Chillin' with my tribe, and I don't know who these nigga’s think they are Put holes in the beat my flow is an AR I am a God like R-A They don’t want beef so lay low, get hit wit’ A-Rod like J-Lo Wet flow, y’all nigga’s slippin’ Russell Westbrook, boys y’all nigga’s trippin’ Russell Westbrook, boys y’all nigga’s trippin’

Sign Up COFFEE BEAN Exercise 6LACK Lyrics About Comments Only a day after announcing the release date for his upcoming album East Atlanta Love Letter… Read More 17.9K11 1 See rap shows near Los Angeles Get tickets as low as $73 COFFEE BEAN Exercise Lyrics [Intro] Got a little cold Look [Verse] Don't mention my name if it ain't love attached This exercise, man I love to rap It only take a couple bars for me to warm up Show up, show out All over the place, like a Nicki. M roll out Shout out to the Barbs, but don't be in my comments Spammin' wit’ no unicorns, fuckin' up my conscience It’s love, I just figure out the best metaphors My studio a Mecca like a young Okafor This is polished, shinin', eclipse, blindin’ Tom Brady timin', young Clipse, Grindin' Niggas think that I'm a singer till I really hit that switch My mental dictionary is a fully loaded clip I'm wit’ Sway in the AM, sip gin like, Asian rapper, back from battle rapper days I got accolades, Grammy nominated from my first shit Put your best verse against my worst shit, perfect Ain't it funny how that shit goes I ain't viral, but I bet this shit goes I know they love it when a nigga put them words together Spit, rip, and dip, put them verbs together Shit's strange, long way from where I came Evil blockin' my vision just like a bang But I’m Geppetto to a puppet Writer for a muppet Eye on the prize, you got pride? Better tuck it I ain't pop but I got carbonated verses Them shits burn like soda when you first sip I can't kick no bullshit when people out here suicidal So love to my idols, love for my rivals Love to my bible, love for my rifle Love like Eiffel Tower, over any nigga thinkin' that he wit’ me Listen to your CD, put em in a [?], shoulda been a frisbee This is for my nigga’s back home, Zone This is for the ones who led me on, gone This is for them girls thinkin' wrong, it's long And this is for my girl when I get home, bone Strong, wish a nigga clone Wish a nigga pluck a hair just for a strand of DNA Take it to the lab, hold it to the light And give it to the specimen, but not quite right I'm flexed up lyrical tech up, TEC’d up Complex nigga Nadeska, blessed up I could do this shit wit’ no hands and no eyes Could probably kick this shit with no foot, I'm that fire I am not to be compared, don't be foolish Southern rapper wit’ a twist, like a Rubik’s I am Skywalker smokin', don't get too high, bitch I did not come here to play, I'm on some Kawhi shit I'm on some Dubai Shit, I'm on some "save up and be wise" shit It sounds lame when them singles stop streamin' And your labels stop callin’, and you stressed out tryin’ I'll be somewhere on an island Chillin' with my tribe, and I don't know who these nigga’s think they are Put holes in the beat my flow is an AR I am a God like R-A They don’t want beef so lay low, get hit wit’ A-Rod like J-Lo Wet flow, y’all nigga’s slippin’ Russell Westbrook, boys y’all nigga’s trippin’ Russell Westbrook, boys y’all nigga’s trippin’

Feel how u feel

Absolute perfect beat

Trav was ahead of his time

2:22 they keys are fireeeeeeeeeee

yeah sure, official

The beginning with just the baseline *chefs kiss*

BRING THE EV

Those solo air horns just before the drop makes it bang so hard

Hey Travis Scott, hey-hey-hey-hey-hey, Trav You know what the fuck up, nigga? Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Nigga, nigga, one thing for sure Two things for certain, nigga We gon' keep drinking this motherfucking lean, nigga And wearin' these motherfuckin' Rockstar jeans, nigga They want what a nigga can't stand I know what they can't stand I know why they mad, nigga Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? But we don't give a fuck, yeah We gon' keep this big ass MAC-11 on deck If any fuck nigga get out of line If any fuck nigga want do somethin' Nigga, we can do it, nigga, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies I'ma need some more, need some more, if I really wanna feel it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Spend that money fast if I have to Make that money back if I have to Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (straight up!) Coordinate the xan with the lean in my Rockstar skinnies (yeah, yeah) Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Highway, dip in traffic 2 gears, automatic Leave the strip club tragic Two broads going at it (it's lit!) Me and Jacques going brazy Me and Chase going brazy (straight up!) Smashin' off your old lady (yeah!) Everythin' goin' crazy (yeah!) Coordinate the tan in the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (it's lit!) Pour a little more if you really wanna feel it (straight up!) Foreign little broad and I really wanna hit it I'ma take her to the back, rah rah rah Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies I'ma need some more, need some more if I really wanna feel it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Spend that money fast if I have to (yeah!) Make that money back if I had you (it's lit!) Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (straight up!) Coordinate the Xan with the lean in my Rockstar skinnies (straight up!) Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya Outchea goin' hard for ya You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya You've been goin' hard for ya You might fit my ideas When it's time to pop pills and pop seals (it's lit!) When I run a fire drill, you're right here Every time we drop by, we drop chills (straight up!) Tryna tell ya Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya (yeah, yeah) Outchea goin' hard for ya (yeah, yeah) You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya (yeah, yeah) You've been goin' hard for ya (yeah, yeah) Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies I'ma need some more, need some more if I really wanna feel it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Spend that money fast if I have to Make that money back if I had you Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Central cee sampling this loool

IS IT JUST ME OR THIS SHIT SOUND LIKE BUTTERFLY EFFECT JUST IN A DIFFERENT SCALE????????

talk about a perfect song man

Sort of close

7.30 IN THE NIGHT OHH OHH SKIBIDI TOILET WILL BE MINE, YEAH OHIO TOWN, YEAH DIAMONDS TO MINE, I’M ON THAT BIG SIGMA GRIND WORRY ABOUT IMPOSTERS, I’M WAY TOO SUS, YEAH FOR SIGMA TRUST, YEAH SKIBIDI TOILET WILL BE MINE OHIO GYATT RIZZ RIZZLERS ON MY MIND, YEAH

yes

tira e molla, guarda e gira che freddo, tieni aspira sta ragazza non mi dice niente anche se è carina apatia, indifferente, non ti trovo tra la gente sul banco testa assente, grida il cuore non si sente struscio il naso sulla guancia mi ipnotizzi se sei stanca ti prendo dai fianchi con la mano sull'anca sei tu che mi manchi o mi manca l'aria arranco sulla strada, pioggia in faccia torno tardi, scusa mamma la scuola è una gabbia a reprimere non è la cella ma la guardia se dio ci fosse sarebbe un figlio di puttana piove da quasi una settimana è passata un'altra mattinata esco da scuola e vedo pozze in strada provo una sensazione amara nebbia a notte tarda in pianura padana un sorriso mi scalda, la pace mi calma è sempre buio, sembra la scandinavia il mondo è un grana e tutti vogliono una scaglia tutto è governato dalla grana, ma la natura si salva chi fa per sè fa per tre, siamo egoisti chi si fa gli affari suoi campa cent'anni ci illudiamo, tiriamo avanti, voglio mascherarmi sto paese coi suoi danni, antenati eroi e bastardi libertà, creatività, debolezza le scrivo sul frigo insieme alle liste della spesa chi disprezza l'amore ha avuto una brutta esperienza e pensa sia una messa in scena, come la messa non accetta il fatto che sia il motore della vita stessa scrivo se mi annoio, scrivo se ho voglia ti voglio, sei troppo, oltre la soglia piedi nudi sugli scogli al sole tu ti sciogli, mi guardi mi sciolgo ti guardo gli occhi mi chiedi se ti ascolto bocca asciutta, quasi pronto, sto assorto tutto fa brodo, sei quasi mia, manca poco vediamo come va baby, so che tu ci tieni ultimamente sei spesso nei miei pensieri guardo fuori appoggiato al finestrino cerco diversivi, l'importante è divertirsi mi divertivo, se tu ridi io rido se in sta vita non sarò felice io mi uccido dato il ricco ha in cuore il grigio, non voglio avere uno spiccio viaggio mentre scrivo, sta vita è un casino chi non ha niente è disposto a dare tutto non mi è mai mancato nulla ma ho pianto per un lutto la città ti culla e io mi ci tuffo sto nel dubbio, son confuso, sembra autunno un quarto d'ora e ti raggiungo non so se voglio amare o essere amato e ho paura sia perchè sono solo annoiato il cielo è scolorito, sono abituato sentimento reciproco o non ricambiato ti ho curata quando neanche le tue amiche vorrei sapere in sti casi cosa ci si dice la settantatrè cambia corsia penso che vorrei andarmene via se non rischi non ottieni ero triste, mi vedevi mi lasci e mi risvegli mischio i sentimenti se l'amore fosse facile come riempire bicchieri saremmo tutti più allegri e meno seri jeans bagnati, no carta contanti, minuti contati, pensieri sfocati dimmi che mi ami, torniamo abbracciati concetti astratti, in amore i ricatti mai sopportati come chi i soldi non se li è meritati come chi spara ma non ha il porto d'armi ogni volta che arrivo tardi me lo rinfacci noi coi riti tu mi ascolti tu che ridi noi i ricordi la scuola è l'ultimo dei miei interessi e il primo dei miei problemi se ti elencassi i miei pensieri chissà che faccia faresti è tutto fatto di compromessi il mondo è pieno di prepotenti, come nei promessi non seguo le lezioni, non mi servono nozioni che userò in pochissime situazioni guardo dritto e aspetto nelle metro vuote che compaiano risposte dalle porte sentimento taglia più del vetro mi fermo, rifletto, arretro aspetto senza rispetto, tutto è concesso il mondo è decesso ma non permetto che per me sia lo stesso a volte prometto a volte sclero ma non mi arrendo perchè ci spero il cielo nero mi fa essere più sincero l'amore per mio fratello è amore vero vorrei congelare sto momento, fermare il tempo e riviverlo sorridendo vorrei piangere ma non riesco la libertà non ha prezzo quando c'è l'amore di mezzo alcune cose vanno storte un amico non ti guarda con passione ma va oltre sei uno stronzo, sei una stronza, adesso è finita e pensare che eri l'amore della mia vita stare bene stare male noi da soli non sappiamo stare come si può fare per amare senza conseguenze alla fine uno dei due non prova più niente e si ritorna al punto di partenza, ma con un po' di amarezza, come sempre siamo con le mani incrociate sui marciapiedi mentre decidiam domani e ripensiamo a ieri quante ore appoggiato ai vetri sui treni scorreva tutto fuori, immerso nei miei pensieri la città ti inghiotte con le sue luci storte quant'è bella la pace in bici di notte rumori delle macchine strisciano sui palazzi la nebbia nei campi non mi fa vedere avanti al buio si vedon gli astri, da sbronzo vedo a scatti ci capiamo a sguardi, non mi sento come gli altri siamo spesso alla ricerca per poi cascarci poterlo sognare è meglio di arrivarci proposte per la sera, nessuno è convinto parliamo raccontami facciamo un giro forse un po' vorrei ma non si sta male da single mi sento grande ma anche piccolo sotto sotto aspetto, ma cazzo tiro a canestro ma nessuno va a rimbalzo come vederla con un altro mi ricordo il tuo sguardo anche se sono un po' cambiato l'amore è gioco d'azzardo faccio ordine in testa, vado dal mio al lago amici da spalla destra, sono fortunato sono spettatore nel mio teatro non so se so reggere il palco correvamo per l'autobus scavalcando il cancello com'è bello stare all'estero com'è bello tornar tardi e trovar mio fratello se non ti avessi sarei diverso io che scrivo sul letto e ripenso rifletto, mi riverso nel testo sono preso bene se scherzo non mi atteggio, sono me stesso cosa facciamo stasera, esci? torno alle cinque, treno alle dieci portami un panino se riesci la luce, perchè non la spegni cala il buio e siam più spenti mi godrei ogni momento se potessi