C to the ocona Be poppin' on them 808s Who woulda thought lil ting Would turn up on em like a fadeaway Here for the throne Khaleesi flow Burn em all ain't no playin' no games Hol' up lemme jus claim my throne real quick ok ok Levelin' up but it ain't ever enough Atomodori-nashi uchi-ra mutekida wa Mitakotonai hazu nothing like us Cocona be the new genesis Sutēji kake agari flickin' the wrist Competition we gon' put em to rest Takin' no L's givin no F's Chawoni dalla Dawonhae100 respect money power nan parake verified neonen bukaejung neomu baramjikan geon nojaemira woo Rap hal ttaen gyeomsonhan cosplay eoribeori ttawin tteoljin ana Nan pareuthan newbie neon rotten tomato Surrounded by sound of dem haters
@@arthurdunn07 What’s wrong with J cole? I think this is a great beat for a J cole track since it sounds so oldschool. Even 21 can rap on it. You ahould know J. Cole can rap on oldschool beats. He got on a song with gangstarr once and he already hopped on a track with 21 on A lot and that sounded oldschool. What makes you think he can get on a Mos Def sampled beat?
C to the ocona Be poppin' on them 808s Who woulda thought lil ting Would turn up on em like a fadeaway Here for the throne Khaleesi flow Burn em all ain't no playin' no games Hol' up lemme jus claim my throne real quick ok ok Levelin' up but it ain't ever enough Atomodori-nashi uchi-ra mutekida wa Mitakotonai hazu nothing like us Cocona be the new genesis Sutēji kake agari flickin' the wrist Competition we gon' put em to rest Takin' no L's givin no F's 차원이 달라 다 원해 one hundred respect, money, power Rap 할 땐 겸손한 cosplay 어리버리 따윈 떨진 않아 난 파릇한 newbie 넌 rotten tomatoes 난 파랗게 verified 너넨 부캐중 너무 바람직한 건 노잼이라, woo Surrounded by the sound of them haters C to the ocona Be poppin' on them 808s Who woulda thought lil ting Would turn up on them like a fade away Here for the throne Khaleesi flow Burn em all ain't no playin' no games Hol' up lemme jus claim my throne real quick ok ok ok
2:18 Bruh this is UNO and I reverse you with the nine From dollar sign to the paper rhymes Late night, wit da stage fright, it was sacred times We would grind, day after day, walking on tha streets Sell a mixtape a day, "I got tha flow, okay?" 10% time, it would sell, how? Now it sells in pounds Round 'n' round, rappin' til I hit the ground I been lightheaded, throwin' these rhymes in the air I got plenty more to use though, it ain't even rare Also nice reprod, it sounds identical to the original song and it was made hours apart from it, like bruh.
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment, that it's too soon, too far- [Chorus] Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns [JID] I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack in pounds I got a bag now, but it's nothing to brag 'bout Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the bloodhounds Mac 10 making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown I'm from down South, not a loudmouth, we can fuck around (whoa) Hit the music, baby, cut it down (whoa) Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably I feel like I'ma bust now (whoa) I feel like a bust down when I shine bright Blind niggas is up now (whoa, shit) In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up You can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (ayy) [Chorus] Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns I know I can't afford to stop for one moment, that it's too soon, too far- [21 Savage] Me and my money attached emotionally I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole with me Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me Hit from the back, she giving me slurp, and I ain't even pull my pants down Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move, get gunned down Giving out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, just run now No locked doors, I serve with a chop Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops I was on panda, glass in the sock Back in the day, I invest in the block Fast-forward, now I'm investing in stocks I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots [Chorus] Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns [Baby Tate] Pu-pu-pussy cat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge Then I took it back, now he sayin' that he shakin' and he shiverin' Like the way it taste, and he ain't ate it in a minute They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella chil- (Talk shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch You motherfuckin' bitch) [JID] Uh, shit Sorry in advance for my bros They'll whoop a nigga ass, what you whippin' up? (Whoa) JID in the bag, if you lookin' for that dope Niggas got it in the bag, 'cause we trappin' on the low And I'm the shit with the flow, huh, give me a joke Heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no I'm the best, tell 'em bitches stop the motherfuckin' press Press stop, fuck a top-five list, get 'em a vest, he get lopsided Fuck the cops, we was runnin' from Rottweilers Most of my partners ain't have poppa, just a popped condom Couple kids with Alzheimer's, .40 on his side Boy you Mike Alstott, he on the block violent Robbin' niggas in the hood and then swap genres Green light, line a nigga up, stop sign him Keep drivin', you will not find him I'm a, I'm a, I'm a normal anomaly, I turned into a rapper ironically And ran the bag up, back up, niggas is onto me Niggas should honor me, if you think that I'm a wannabe It's pretty comedy, I'm melancholy and cool So calmly bustin' moves, my truths carry velocity Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pussy clart Treat the rap like I'm pushin' rock On the stove with the Pyrex pot The door stay locked, it don't say knock We on they block, we own they block It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin', same lil' niggas Small pond, but a pool shark, I aim, big stick Knock, chalk off cue balls, bang this shit Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha!
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment That it's too soon, too far- Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack in pounds I got a bag now, but it's nothing to brag 'bout Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the bloodhounds Mac 10 making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown I'm from down South, not a loudmouth, we can fuck around (whoa) Hit the music, baby, cut it down (whoa) Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably I feel like I'ma bust now (whoa) I feel like a bust down when I shine bright Blind niggas is up now (whoa, shit) In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up You can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (ayy) Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns I know I can't afford to stop for one moment That it's too soon, too far- Me and my money attached emotionally I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole with me Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me Hit from the back, she giving me slurp, and I ain't even pull my pants down Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move, get gunned down Giving out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, just run now No locked doors, I serve with a chop Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops I was on panda, glass in the sock Back in the day, I invest in the block Fast-forward, now I'm investing in stocks I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns Pu-pu-pussy cat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge Then I took it back, now he sayin' that he shakin' and he shiverin' Like the way it taste, and he ain't ate it in a minute They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella chil- Talk shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch You motherfuckin' bitch Uh, shit Sorry in advance for my bros They'll whoop a nigga ass, what you whippin' up? (Whoa) JID in the bag, if you lookin' for that dope Niggas got it in the bag, 'cause we trappin' on the low And I'm the shit with the flow, huh, give me a joke Heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no I'm the best, tell 'em bitches stop the motherfuckin' press Press stop, fuck a top-five list, get 'em a vest, he get lopsided Fuck the cops, we was runnin' from Rottweilers Most of my partners ain't have poppa, just a popped condom Couple kids with Alzheimer's, .40 on his side Boy you Mike Alstott, he on the block violent Robbin' niggas in the hood and then swap genres Green light, line a nigga up, stop sign him Keep drivin', you will not find him I'm a, I'm a, I'm a normal anomaly, I turned into a rapper ironically And ran the bag up, back up, niggas is onto me Niggas should honor me, if you think that I'm a wannabe It's pretty comedy, I'm melancholy and cool So calmly bustin' moves, my truths carry velocity Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pussy clart Treat the rap like I'm pushin' rock On the stove with the Pyrex pot The door stay locked, it don't say knock We on they block, we own they block It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin', same lil' niggas Small pond, but a pool shark, I aim, big stick Knock, chalk off cue balls, bang this shit Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha!
C to the o-c-o-n-a Be poppin' on them 808s Who woulda thought lil ting Would turn up on em like a fade away Here for the throne Khaleesi flow Burn em all ain't no playin' no games Hol' up lemme jus claim my throne real quick ok ok Levelin' up but it ain't ever enough Atomodori-nashi uchi-ra mute kida wa Mitakotonai hazu,nothing like us Cocona be the new genesis Stagei kake agari flickin' the wrist Competition we gon' put em to rest Takin' no L's givin no F's Chawoni dalla Da wonhae - wa 100 respect money power Rap hal ttaen gyeomsonhan cosplay eoribeori ttawin tteoljin ana Nan pareuthan newbie neon rotten tomato nan parake verified neonen bukaejung neom baramjikan geon no jaemi-la woo Surrounded by sound of dem haters C to the ocona Be poppin' on them 808s Who woulda thought lil ting Would turn up on them like a fade away Here for the throne Khaleesi flow Burn em all ain't no playin' no games Hol' up lemme jus claim my throne real quick ok ok ok
Chữ real mày nằm trên miệng còn chữ real nó nằm trong tao Nếu mà tao và mày không cùng lý tưởng thì ok không sao Tao vẫn làm việc của tao dù không kiếm được đồng nào Tao làm nhạc như chuông báo thức chỉ mong đánh thức được đồng bào Tao không quen mấy thằng nghịch hang Tao không quen mấy thằng hút cần Tao không quen mấy thằng sống real nhưng lại thích lên face trút giận Tao không quen mấy thằng adua, thích theo sau để bợ đỡ Chờ bao giờ mày mới lớn khôn, chờ đến ngày mày sợ thở Đừng gọi tên tao, đừng bắt tao nghe về những điều cuộc đời mày trải Dù sinh ra tao không bằng ai, được mẹ cha dạy điều lẽ phải Với anh em tao không làm trái, với quê hương tao không làm sai Còn mày nói sau lưng người khác không lẽ cũng là do cha mày dạy? (Hả) Mày nên biết mày nói với ai Cẩn thận cái miệng tao đéo muốn lời đó đến tai Đường đời này tao biết còn dài nên mình sẽ có ngày gặp lại Cho phép tao từ chối bắt tay vì tao đéo quen mấy thằng mất dạy
C to the o c o n a Be poppin on them 808s Who would've thought lil ting would turn up on them like a fade away Here for the throne kaleesi flow burn em all ain't no playin no game Hold up! Lemme me just claim my throne real quick ok! Ok! Levelin up but it ain't ever enough Atomodori nashi uchira mutekida wa Motakotonai hazu nothing like this Cocona be the new genesis Suteji kake again flickin the wrist Competition we gon put em top rest Takin no Ls Givin no Fs Emm emm Chawoni dalla da wonhae 100 respect money power Rap halttaen gyeonsonhan cosplay eolibeoli hawin tteoljin anha Nan paleushan newbie neon rotten tomato Nan pallahge verified neonen bukaejung Neom baramjigan geon nojaemila woo Surrounded by sound of dem haters
*Title:* "Echoes of You" *Lyrics:* Verse 1: (G) In this empty space, I feel your absence deep (Em) Every heartbeat, a memory that we used to keep (C) Your smile, your laugh, your eyes, they linger on (D) But now you're gone, and I'm left to carry on Chorus: (G) Oh, my love, you're the ghost that I adore (Em) Forever in my heart, but never more (C) Your love remains, a bittersweet refrain (D) Echoes of you, that I'll forever sustain Verse 2: (G) Tears fall like rain, as I recall our past (Em) The whispers, the promises, the love that would last (C) But fate had other plans, and now you're gone (D) Leaving me with just this hollow, echoing song Chorus: (G) Oh, my love, you're the ghost that I adore (Em) Forever in my heart, but never more (C) Your love remains, a bittersweet refrain (D) Echoes of you, that I'll forever sustain Bridge: (Am) In dreams, I see your face, a fleeting glance (F) A moment's peace, before the painful dance (G)
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack in pounds I got a bag now, but it's nothing to brag 'bout Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the bloodhounds Mac 10 making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown I'm from down South, not a loudmouth, we can fuck around (whoa) Hit the music, baby, cut it down (whoa) Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably I feel like I'ma bust now (whoa) I feel like a bust down when I shine bright Blind niggas is up now (whoa, shit) In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up You can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (ayy) Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns I know I can't afford to stop for one moment That it's too soon, too far- Me and my money attached emotionally I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole with me Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me Hit from the back, she giving me slurp, and I ain't even pull my pants down Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move, get gunned down Giving out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, just run now No locked doors, I serve with a chop Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops I was on panda, glass in the sock Back in the day, I invest in the block Fast-forward, now I'm investing in stocks I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns Pu-pu-pussy cat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge Then I took it back, now he sayin' that he shakin' and he shiverin' Like the way it taste, and he ain't ate it in a minute They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella chil- Talk shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch You motherfuckin' bitch Uh, shit Sorry in advance for my bros They'll whoop a nigga ass, what you whippin' up? (Whoa) JID in the bag, if you lookin' for that dope Niggas got it in the bag, 'cause we trappin' on the low And I'm the shit with the flow, huh, give me a joke Heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no I'm the best, tell 'em bitches stop the motherfuckin' press Press stop, fuck a top-five list, get 'em a vest, he get lopsided Fuck the cops, we was runnin' from Rottweilers Most of my partners ain't have poppa, just a popped condom Couple kids with Alzheimer's, .40 on his side Boy you Mike Alstott, he on the block violent Robbin' niggas in the hood and then swap genres Green light, line a nigga up, stop sign him Keep drivin', you will not find him I'm a, I'm a, I'm a normal anomaly, I turned into a rapper ironically And ran the bag up, back up, niggas is onto me Niggas should honor me, if you think that I'm a wannabe It's pretty comedy, I'm melancholy and cool So calmly bustin' moves, my truths carry velocity Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pussy clart Treat the rap like I'm pushin' rock On the stove with the Pyrex pot The door stay locked, it don't say knock We on they block, we own they block It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin', same lil' niggas Small pond, but a pool shark, I aim, big stick Knock, chalk off cue balls, bang this shit Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha!
Менің әуеніме ілесе алмайсың сен таста Бұл ісің келмейді жақсылыққа қасқа Ендігәрі қоғамнан ерекшемін басқа Киемін басқа тақияны таптамай Баспа ауырып турса да сөздерімде бар тастар Ескі кездер қалған біздің таспада Әуенім сені жаулайды, саспа Сасып тұрсың бықсыма рас па? Деп сенімсіз болма иа ма? Менің катанам, сояды сені қоштасып ал кенттарыңмен ата Даже менттер көмек бермейд саған талмай Өлтіремін сені атып тастап Ак-мен
Simplistic... Tuning my dreams from a wishlist, Every moment is mine, opportunistic, Risk it, gains, I gift this, Can't quit, knowing I would miss this, No blind eyes, wouldnt miss this, For the world, forgiveness, For each edge, can see the distance, Feasting on persistence, Against the grain, smile at resistance, Stand out, they will notice the difference, They know something's missing.... The devil smiles, whispers" you be able to relive this... At this instance, that devil looked more like an angel, instead of a misfit. "Krama blitzes... Death senses Rush of life tenses" "Mistakes... Just a blemish For you, scratching up the vinyl finish"
Main results I know I can't afford to stop for one moment That it's too soon, to for- Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack in pounds I got a bag now, but it's nothing to brag 'bout Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the bloodhounds Mac 10 making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown I'm from down South, not a loudmouth, we can fuck around (woah, shit, woah) Hit the music, baby, cut it down (woah, shit, woah) Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably, I feel like I'ma bust now (woah, woah, shit, woah) I feel like a bust down when I shine bright, blind niggas is up now (woah, shit, woah, shit) In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up, you can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (ayy) Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns I know I can't afford to stop for one moment That it's too soon, to for- Me and my money attached emotionally I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole wit' me Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me Hit from the back, she giving me slurp and I ain't even pull my pants down Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move, get gunned down Giving out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, just run now No locked doors, I serve with a chop Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops I was on panda, glass in the sock Back in the day, I invest in the block Fast forward, now I'm investing in stocks I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns Pu-pu-pussy cat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge Then I took it back, now he sayin' that he shakin' and he shiverin' Like the way it taste and he ain't ate it in a minute They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella chil- Talk shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch You motherfuckin' bitch Uh, shit (hehehaha) Sorry in advance for my bros They'll whoop a nigga ass, what you whippin' up? (Woah) JID in the bag, if you lookin' for that dope Niggas got it in the bag, 'cause we trappin' on the low And I'm the shit with the flow, huh Give me a joke, heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no I'm the best, tell them bitches stop the motherfuckin' press Press stop, fuck a top-five list Get 'em a vest, he get lopsided Fuck the cops, we was runnin' from Rottweilers Most of my partners ain't have poppa, just a popped condom Couple kids with Alzheimer's, forty on his side Boy you Mike Alstott, he on the block violent Robbin' niggas in the hood and then swap genres Green light, line a nigga up, stop sign him Keep drivin', you will not find him I'm a, I'm a, I'm a normal anomaly, I turned into a rapper ironically And ran the bag up, back up, niggas is onto me Niggas should honor me If you think that I'm a wannabe, it's pretty comedy I'm melancholy and cool, so calmly bustin' moves My truths carry velocity Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pussy clart Treat the rap like I'm pushin' rock On the stove with the Pyrex pot The door stay locked, it don't say knock We on they block, we own they block It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin' Same lil' niggas small pond, but a pool shark I aim, big stick, knock, chalk off cue balls Bang this shit Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha!
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Me and my money attached emotionally I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole with me Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me Hit from the back, she giving me slurp, and I ain't even pull my pants down Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move, get gunned down Giving out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, just run now No locked doors, I serve with a chop Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops I was on panda, glass in the sock Back in the day, I invest in the block Fast-forward, now I'm investing in stocks I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots
Doomed ,. Could a had a room , Some shrooms, a groom ,. The broom ,. Enough lift too jump a dune ,. Summer an June ,. Picking at the tune ,. Itching for the views ,. Bitching at the news ,. Ticking before the fuse ,. Lifting u out ya shoes ,.
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment That it's too soon, to for- Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back and I'm black and snatchin' crowns I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack in pounds I got a bag now but it's nothing to brag 'bout Gun blast in the background I'm a black man with the bloodhounds MAC-10, making love sounds To a bad chick, she from Uptown I'm from down South, not a loudmouth We can fuck around (Woah, shit, woah) Hit the music, baby, cut it down (Woah, shit, woah) Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably I feel like I'ma bust now (Woah, woah, shit, woah) I feel like a bust down when I shine bright Blind niggas is up now (Woah, shit, woah, shit) In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up You can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (Ayy) Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back and I'm black and snatchin' crowns I know I can't afford to stop for one moment That it's too soon, to for- Me and my money attached emotionally I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole wit' me Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me Hit from the back She giving me slurp and I ain't even pull my pants down Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down Draw down, hands in the air, nigga Make one move, get gunned down Giving out smoke so long They don't even wanna talk no more, they just run now No locked doors, I serve with a chop Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops I was on Pinedale, glass in the sock Back in the day, I invest in the block Fast forward, now I'm investing in stocks I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back and I'm black and snatchin' crowns I put the pussy cat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge Then I took it back, now he say that he shakin' and he shiverin' Like the way it taste and he ain't ate it in a minute They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella chil- Talk shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch You motherfuckin' bitch Uh, shit (Hehehaha) Sorry in advance for my bros They'll whoop a nigga ass, what you whippin' up? (Woah) JID in the back if you lookin' for the dope Niggas got it in the bag, 'cause we trappin' on the low And I'm the shit with the flow, huh Give me a joke, heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no I'm the best, tell them bitches stop the motherfuckin' press Press stop, fuck a top-five list Get 'em a vest, he get lopsided Fuck the cops, we was runnin' from Rottweilers Most of my partners ain't have poppa, just a popped condom, couple kids with Alzheimer's .40 on his side, boy, you Mike Alstott, he on the block violent Robbin' niggas in the hood and then swap genres Green light, line a nigga up, stop sign him Keep drivin', you will not find him I'm a, I'm a, I'm an-I'm an anomaly, I turned into a rapper ironically And ran the bag up, back up, niggas is onto me Niggas should honor me If you think I'm a wannabe, it's pretty comedy I'm melancholy and cool, so calmly bustin' moves My truths carry velocity Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pussy clot Treat the rappin' like I'm pushin' rock On the stove with the Pyrex pot The door stay locked, it don't say knock We on they block, we own they block It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin' The same lil' niggas small pond, but a pool shark I aim, big stick, knock, chalk off cue balls Bang this shit Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha!
Il m'faut du cash, ouais plus de batterie Sourire jusqu'au oreille devant lopj J'viens chercher les sous Tu vole l'argent c'est pas gratuit on va tfaire c'est pas gol-ri
Videos Meaning Jid COCONA Genius Empire of the sun Images Makes Clean Job All filters Feedback Tools Search Results Surround Sound / Lyrics Main results I know I can't afford to stop for one moment That it's too soon, too far- Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack in pounds I got a bag now, but it's nothing to brag 'bout Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the bloodhounds Mac 10 making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown I'm from down South, not a loudmouth, we can fuck around (whoa) Hit the music, baby, cut it down (whoa) Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably I feel like I'ma bust now (whoa) I feel like a bust down when I shine bright Blind niggas is up now (whoa, shit) In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up You can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (ayy)
Intro: Aretha Franklin] I know I can't afford to stop for one moment That it's too soon, to for- [Chorus: JID] Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back and I'm black and snatchin' crowns
My version 🙈 Dari East to West Malaysia sudah aku terjah Mari sini aku kenalkan siapa Kila Jangan salah dengar, kau fikir G.I.L.A , NOW! I come to snatch your fucking crown It's a win for me now Nobody know so fucking make it fade away Who wouda thought this lil thing can spice if up And you got nothing look alike me Taking no love, Give zero fuck, I'm independent bitch, Not gonna take your shit, Queen is on fire whoo! Nampak comel though! Her smile make me cair though! Handsome! Money! Power! Aku tak pandang, go hell bro! Kau lupa kecil-kecil cili padi, keep it low! Lemme show what the real game, take a risk, fire it up uh! Hahha
Делаем вайб, делаем бит будто нам по двадцать. Че там по чем? Ты щас про че? Сможешь ли ты достать Тут дело во мне и дело в тебе, ебаные наркоты они тупо везде
Батя говорил балам не смотри назад Если че то хочешь говорить ,скажи в глаза Я не видел индюка , позже надел очки Он хотел как лучше но сменились сука тапочки
Shout out x bex bitch ex co bet a drill run a little bit faster what I soundß gremlin gram b lents on my shirts stop is crown 👑 tape decks are orca shoots my shots rims shot state snares down
For all you artists that like this instrumental but can't use it because of copyright? I made a similar one inspired by this, enjoy! th-cam.com/video/ArI65cXD2AU/w-d-xo.html
C to the ocona Be poppin' on them 808s Who woulda thought lil ting Would turn up on em like a fade away Here for the throne Khaleesi flow Burn em all ain't no playin' no games Hol' up lemme jus claim my throne real quick ok ok Levelin' up but it ain't ever enough Atomodori-nashi uchi-ra mutekida wa Mitakotonai hazu nothing like us Cocona be the new genesis Sutēji kake agari flickin' the wrist Competition we gon' put em to rest Takin' no L's givin no F's Chawoni dalla Dawonhae100 respect money power Rap hal ttaen gyeomsonhan cosplay eoribeori ttawin tteoljin ana Nan pareuthan newbie neon rotten tomato nan parake verified neonen bukaejung neomu baramjikan geon nojaemira woo Surrounded by sound of dem haters C to the ocona Be poppin' on them 808s Who woulda thought lil ting Would turn up on them like a fade away Here for the throne Khaleesi flow Burn em all ain't no playin' no games Hol' up lemme jus claim my throne real quick ok ok ok.
C to the ocona Be poppin' on them 808s Who woulda thought lil ting Would turn up on em like a fadeaway Here for the throne Khaleesi flow Burn em all ain't no playin' no games Hol' up lemme jus claim my throne real quick ok ok Levelin' up but it ain't ever enough Atomodori-nashi uchi-ra mutekida wa Mitakotonai hazu nothing like us Cocona be the new genesis Sutēji kake agari flickin' the wrist Competition we gon' put em to rest Takin' no L's givin no F's Chawoni dalla Dawonhae 100 respect money power Rap hal ttaen gyeomsonhan cosplay eoribeori ttawin tteoljin ana Nan pareuthan newbie neon rotten tomato nan parake verified neonen bukaejung neomu baramjikan geon nojaemira woo Surrounded by sound of dem haters
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment That it's too soon, too far- Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack in pounds I got a bag now, but it's nothing to brag 'bout Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the bloodhounds Mac 10 making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown I'm from down South, not a loudmouth, we can fuck around (whoa) Hit the music, baby, cut it down (whoa) Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably I feel like I'ma bust now (whoa) I feel like a bust down when I shine bright Blind niggas is up now (whoa, shit) In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up You can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (ayy) Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns I know I can't afford to stop for one moment That it's too soon, too far- Me and my money attached emotionally I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole with me Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me Hit from the back, she giving me slurp, and I ain't even pull my pants down Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move, get gunned down Giving out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, just run now No locked doors, I serve with a chop Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops I was on panda, glass in the sock Back in the day, I invest in the block Fast-forward, now I'm investing in stocks I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns Pu-pu-pussy cat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge Then I took it back, now he sayin' that he shakin' and he shiverin' Like the way it taste, and he ain't ate it in a minute They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella chil- Talk shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch You motherfuckin' bitch Uh, shit Sorry in advance for my bros They'll whoop a nigga ass, what you whippin' up? (Whoa) JID in the bag, if you lookin' for that dope Niggas got it in the bag, 'cause we trappin' on the low And I'm the shit with the flow, huh, give me a joke Heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no I'm the best, tell 'em bitches stop the motherfuckin' press Press stop, fuck a top-five list, get 'em a vest, he get lopsided Fuck the cops, we was runnin' from Rottweilers Most of my partners ain't have poppa, just a popped condom Couple kids with Alzheimer's, .40 on his side Boy you Mike Alstott, he on the block violent Robbin' niggas in the hood and then swap genres Green light, line a nigga up, stop sign him Keep drivin', you will not find him I'm a, I'm a, I'm a normal anomaly, I turned into a rapper ironically And ran the bag up, back up, niggas is onto me Niggas should honor me, if you think that I'm a wannabe It's pretty comedy, I'm melancholy and cool So calmly bustin' moves, my truths carry velocity Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pussy clart Treat the rap like I'm pushin' rock On the stove with the Pyrex pot The door stay locked, it don't say knock We on they block, we own they block It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin', same lil' niggas Small pond, but a pool shark, I aim, big stick Knock, chalk off cue balls, bang this shit Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha!
know I can't afford to stop for one moment That it's too soon, too far- Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack in pounds I got a bag now, but it's nothing to brag 'bout Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the bloodhounds Mac 10 making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown I'm from down South, not a loudmouth, we can fuck around (whoa) Hit the music, baby, cut it down (whoa) Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably I feel like I'ma bust now (whoa) I feel like a bust down when I shine bright Blind niggas is up now (whoa, shit) In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up You can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (ayy) Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns I know I can't afford to stop for one moment That it's too soon, too far- Me and my money attached emotionally I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole with me Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me Hit from the back, she giving me slurp, and I ain't even pull my pants down Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move, get gunned down Giving out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, just run now No locked doors, I serve with a chop Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops I was on panda, glass in the sock Back in the day, I invest in the block Fast-forward, now I'm investing in stocks I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns Pu-pu-pussy cat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge Then I took it back, now he sayin' that he shakin' and he shiverin' Like the way it taste, and he ain't ate it in a minute They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella chil- Talk shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch You motherfuckin' bitch Uh, shit Sorry in advance for my bros They'll whoop a nigga ass, what you whippin' up? (Whoa) JID in the bag, if you lookin' for that dope Niggas got it in the bag, 'cause we trappin' on the low And I'm the shit with the flow, huh, give me a joke Heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no I'm the best, tell 'em bitches stop the motherfuckin' press
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment That it's too soon, too far- Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack in pounds I got a bag now, but it's nothing to brag 'bout Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the bloodhounds Mac 10 making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown I'm from down South, not a loudmouth, we can fuck around (whoa) Hit the music, baby, cut it down (whoa) Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably I feel like I'ma bust now (whoa) I feel like a bust down when I shine bright Blind niggas is up now (whoa, shit) In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up You can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (ayy) Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns I know I can't afford to stop for one moment That it's too soon, too far- Me and my money attached emotionally I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole with me Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me Hit from the back, she giving me slurp, and I ain't even pull my pants down Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move, get gunned down Giving out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, just run now No locked doors, I serve with a chop Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops I was on panda, glass in the sock Back in the day, I invest in the block Fast-forward, now I'm investing in stocks I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns Pu-pu-pussy cat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge Then I took it back, now he sayin' that he shakin' and he shiverin' Like the way it taste, and he ain't ate it in a minute They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella chil- Talk shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch You motherfuckin' bitch Uh, shit Sorry in advance for my bros They'll whoop a nigga ass, what you whippin' up? (Whoa) JID in the bag, if you lookin' for that dope Niggas got it in the bag, 'cause we trappin' on the low And I'm the shit with the flow, huh, give me a joke Heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no I'm the best, tell 'em bitches stop the motherfuckin' press Press stop, fuck a top-five list, get 'em a vest, he get lopsided Fuck the cops, we was runnin' from Rottweilers Most of my partners ain't have poppa, just a popped condom Couple kids with Alzheimer's, .40 on his side Boy you Mike Alstott, he on the block violent Robbin' niggas in the hood and then swap genres Green light, line a nigga up, stop sign him Keep drivin', you will not find him I'm a, I'm a, I'm a normal anomaly, I turned into a rapper ironically And ran the bag up, back up, niggas is onto me Niggas should honor me, if you think that I'm a wannabe It's pretty comedy, I'm melancholy and cool So calmly bustin' moves, my truths carry velocity Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pussy clart Treat the rap like I'm pushin' rock On the stove with the Pyrex pot The door stay locked, it don't say knock We on they block, we own they block It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin', same lil' niggas Small pond, but a pool shark, I aim, big stick Knock, chalk off cue balls, bang this shit Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha!
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I didn't expect the instrumental to be available so soon, I mean it's literally been just 2 days since the song was dropped. Good job man.
No cap, I was searching with no hope🤣
nah it was just adding the right drums/808s cuz it's the same sample chop as in Mos Def's Ms. Fat Booty
this sample was the first pick sample for the kendrick lamer element track on the tde collection
Whatever mane@@oranwax5848
This is insane for being done right after song was released. Hella talent🙌🏼
Stem splitting software. Like RipX DeepAudio.
Reprod. Sully
@@SP4NKH4RD reprod sully and also the bass is also different but better
It’s crazy how this goes harder than the original beat. It knocks more. This is too 🔥🔥🔥
This beat is immaculate
C to the ocona
Be poppin' on them 808s
Who woulda thought lil ting
Would turn up on em like a fadeaway
Here for the throne Khaleesi flow
Burn em all ain't no playin' no games
Hol' up lemme jus claim my throne real quick ok ok
Levelin' up but it ain't ever enough
Atomodori-nashi uchi-ra mutekida wa
Mitakotonai hazu nothing like us
Cocona be the new genesis
Sutēji kake agari flickin' the wrist
Competition we gon' put em to rest
Takin' no L's givin no F's
Chawoni dalla
Dawonhae100 respect money power nan parake verified neonen bukaejung neomu baramjikan geon nojaemira woo
Rap hal ttaen gyeomsonhan cosplay eoribeori ttawin tteoljin ana
Nan pareuthan newbie neon rotten tomato
Surrounded by sound of dem haters
yassss we stan xg
Ayo ALPHAZ!!! OMG I loved it so much. 😭😭 she was LIT!!
YASSSLAYYY
@@aparnabiswal2564 PURRRRRR
Xg
It’s nice to hear 21 savage rap on a oldschool type beat. Reason why it sounds oldschool is because they sampled this song from Ms.FatBooty by Mos Def
WAIT FOR THIS HEAT MY BOYS DROPPING 🔥
What’s the channel name 🤔
@@Rocky10Cat good vybez ent
@@trenchmobbdisciples7755 oh ok, hasn’t posted in 2 years lol but I’ll check back 😎
Here because of cocona! The instrument slays
same
The Intro Go Too Crazy 🔥🔥🔥
Como se llama la canción de la intro??
@@beatrizguajardo5467 Aretha one step ahead
the plucks are everything
This shit goes unnecessarily hard
I love listening to this beat more than the song, actually.
Can anyone else imagine J. Cole on this because this is a very Cole type beat?
Also, this beat is too fire for any fireman to put out 🔥🔥🔥
Prefer not to imagine him on it tbh 💀
@@arthurdunn07 Yh I agree it’s fire as it is 🔥🔥🔥
@@dredfurst06 Nah he meant that Cole is trash bruh
@@arthurdunn07 What’s wrong with J cole? I think this is a great beat for a J cole track since it sounds so oldschool. Even 21 can rap on it. You ahould know J. Cole can rap on oldschool beats. He got on a song with gangstarr once and he already hopped on a track with 21 on A lot and that sounded oldschool. What makes you think he can get on a Mos Def sampled beat?
Man this is really insane can't stop listening to it
C to the ocona
Be poppin' on them 808s
Who woulda thought lil ting
Would turn up on em like a fadeaway
Here for the throne Khaleesi flow
Burn em all ain't no playin' no games
Hol' up lemme jus claim my throne real quick ok ok
Levelin' up but it ain't ever enough
Atomodori-nashi uchi-ra mutekida wa
Mitakotonai hazu nothing like us
Cocona be the new genesis
Sutēji kake agari flickin' the wrist
Competition we gon' put em to rest
Takin' no L's givin no F's
차원이 달라
다 원해 one hundred respect, money, power
Rap 할 땐 겸손한 cosplay
어리버리 따윈 떨진 않아
난 파릇한 newbie 넌 rotten tomatoes
난 파랗게 verified 너넨 부캐중
너무 바람직한 건 노잼이라, woo
Surrounded by the sound of them haters
C to the ocona
Be poppin' on them 808s
Who woulda thought lil ting
Would turn up on them like a fade away
Here for the throne Khaleesi flow
Burn em all ain't no playin' no games
Hol' up lemme jus claim my throne real quick ok ok ok
Best one I’ve found
2:18
Bruh this is UNO and I reverse you with the nine
From dollar sign to the paper rhymes
Late night, wit da stage fright, it was sacred times
We would grind, day after day, walking on tha streets
Sell a mixtape a day, "I got tha flow, okay?"
10% time, it would sell, how? Now it sells in pounds
Round 'n' round, rappin' til I hit the ground
I been lightheaded, throwin' these rhymes in the air
I got plenty more to use though, it ain't even rare
Also nice reprod, it sounds identical to the original song and it was made hours apart from it, like bruh.
5th grade rhyme scheme
@@dragoo6392 lmao wow
That was good I actual got it with the beat then alot of people write but don't know how to bring that bright flow out
@@jackbuilder9846 yeah, exactly. people saying it's shit are actually just insulting themselves because they don't know how to voice it properly.
@@dragoo6392 u just a hater bro that shi was fye
這取樣真好聽!
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment, that it's too soon, too far-
[Chorus]
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
[JID]
I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack in pounds
I got a bag now, but it's nothing to brag 'bout
Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the bloodhounds
Mac 10 making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown
I'm from down South, not a loudmouth, we can fuck around (whoa)
Hit the music, baby, cut it down (whoa)
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably
I feel like I'ma bust now (whoa)
I feel like a bust down when I shine bright
Blind niggas is up now (whoa, shit)
In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up
You can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (ayy)
[Chorus]
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment, that it's too soon, too far-
[21 Savage]
Me and my money attached emotionally
I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me
I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be
Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me
Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me
I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me
When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole with me
Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me
Hit from the back, she giving me slurp, and I ain't even pull my pants down
Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down
Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move, get gunned down
Giving out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, just run now
No locked doors, I serve with a chop
Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp
We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops
I was on panda, glass in the sock
Back in the day, I invest in the block
Fast-forward, now I'm investing in stocks
I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch
Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots
[Chorus]
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
[Baby Tate]
Pu-pu-pussy cat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge
Then I took it back, now he sayin' that he shakin' and he shiverin'
Like the way it taste, and he ain't ate it in a minute
They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella chil-
(Talk shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch You motherfuckin' bitch)
[JID]
Uh, shit
Sorry in advance for my bros
They'll whoop a nigga ass, what you whippin' up? (Whoa)
JID in the bag, if you lookin' for that dope
Niggas got it in the bag, 'cause we trappin' on the low
And I'm the shit with the flow, huh, give me a joke
Heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no
I'm the best, tell 'em bitches stop the motherfuckin' press
Press stop, fuck a top-five list, get 'em a vest, he get lopsided
Fuck the cops, we was runnin' from Rottweilers
Most of my partners ain't have poppa, just a popped condom
Couple kids with Alzheimer's, .40 on his side
Boy you Mike Alstott, he on the block violent
Robbin' niggas in the hood and then swap genres
Green light, line a nigga up, stop sign him
Keep drivin', you will not find him
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a normal anomaly, I turned into a rapper ironically
And ran the bag up, back up, niggas is onto me
Niggas should honor me, if you think that I'm a wannabe
It's pretty comedy, I'm melancholy and cool
So calmly bustin' moves, my truths carry velocity
Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pussy clart
Treat the rap like I'm pushin' rock
On the stove with the Pyrex pot
The door stay locked, it don't say knock
We on they block, we own they block
It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties
Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin', same lil' niggas
Small pond, but a pool shark, I aim, big stick
Knock, chalk off cue balls, bang this shit
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha!
You're a god bro ong
mos def did it first😹
This beat go hard
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, too far-
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack in pounds
I got a bag now, but it's nothing to brag 'bout
Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the bloodhounds
Mac 10 making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown
I'm from down South, not a loudmouth, we can fuck around (whoa)
Hit the music, baby, cut it down (whoa)
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably
I feel like I'ma bust now (whoa)
I feel like a bust down when I shine bright
Blind niggas is up now (whoa, shit)
In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up
You can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (ayy)
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, too far-
Me and my money attached emotionally
I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me
I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be
Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me
Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me
I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me
When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole with me
Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me
Hit from the back, she giving me slurp, and I ain't even pull my pants down
Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down
Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move, get gunned down
Giving out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, just run now
No locked doors, I serve with a chop
Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp
We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops
I was on panda, glass in the sock
Back in the day, I invest in the block
Fast-forward, now I'm investing in stocks
I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch
Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
Pu-pu-pussy cat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge
Then I took it back, now he sayin' that he shakin' and he shiverin'
Like the way it taste, and he ain't ate it in a minute
They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella chil-
Talk shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch
You motherfuckin' bitch
Uh, shit
Sorry in advance for my bros
They'll whoop a nigga ass, what you whippin' up? (Whoa)
JID in the bag, if you lookin' for that dope
Niggas got it in the bag, 'cause we trappin' on the low
And I'm the shit with the flow, huh, give me a joke
Heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no
I'm the best, tell 'em bitches stop the motherfuckin' press
Press stop, fuck a top-five list, get 'em a vest, he get lopsided
Fuck the cops, we was runnin' from Rottweilers
Most of my partners ain't have poppa, just a popped condom
Couple kids with Alzheimer's, .40 on his side
Boy you Mike Alstott, he on the block violent
Robbin' niggas in the hood and then swap genres
Green light, line a nigga up, stop sign him
Keep drivin', you will not find him
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a normal anomaly, I turned into a rapper ironically
And ran the bag up, back up, niggas is onto me
Niggas should honor me, if you think that I'm a wannabe
It's pretty comedy, I'm melancholy and cool
So calmly bustin' moves, my truths carry velocity
Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pussy clart
Treat the rap like I'm pushin' rock
On the stove with the Pyrex pot
The door stay locked, it don't say knock
We on they block, we own they block
It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties
Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin', same lil' niggas
Small pond, but a pool shark, I aim, big stick
Knock, chalk off cue balls, bang this shit
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha!
C to the o-c-o-n-a
Be poppin' on them 808s
Who woulda thought lil ting
Would turn up on em like a fade away
Here for the throne Khaleesi flow
Burn em all ain't no playin' no games
Hol' up lemme jus claim my throne real quick ok ok
Levelin' up but it ain't ever enough
Atomodori-nashi uchi-ra mute kida wa
Mitakotonai hazu,nothing like us
Cocona be the new genesis
Stagei kake agari flickin' the wrist
Competition we gon' put em to rest
Takin' no L's givin no F's
Chawoni dalla
Da wonhae - wa 100 respect money power
Rap hal ttaen gyeomsonhan cosplay
eoribeori ttawin tteoljin ana
Nan pareuthan newbie neon rotten tomato nan parake verified neonen bukaejung
neom baramjikan geon no jaemi-la woo
Surrounded by sound of dem haters
C to the ocona
Be poppin' on them 808s
Who woulda thought lil ting
Would turn up on them like a fade away
Here for the throne Khaleesi flow
Burn em all ain't no playin' no games
Hol' up lemme jus claim my throne real quick ok ok ok
FIRE🔥🔥🔥🔥
It's Soo dope bros 💛👌✨🌸
Chữ real mày nằm trên miệng còn chữ real nó nằm trong tao
Nếu mà tao và mày không cùng lý tưởng thì ok không sao
Tao vẫn làm việc của tao dù không kiếm được đồng nào
Tao làm nhạc như chuông báo thức chỉ mong đánh thức được đồng bào
Tao không quen mấy thằng nghịch hang
Tao không quen mấy thằng hút cần
Tao không quen mấy thằng sống real nhưng lại thích lên face trút giận
Tao không quen mấy thằng adua, thích theo sau để bợ đỡ
Chờ bao giờ mày mới lớn khôn, chờ đến ngày mày sợ thở
Đừng gọi tên tao, đừng bắt tao nghe về những điều cuộc đời mày trải
Dù sinh ra tao không bằng ai, được mẹ cha dạy điều lẽ phải
Với anh em tao không làm trái, với quê hương tao không làm sai
Còn mày nói sau lưng người khác không lẽ cũng là do cha mày dạy? (Hả)
Mày nên biết mày nói với ai
Cẩn thận cái miệng tao đéo muốn lời đó đến tai
Đường đời này tao biết còn dài nên mình sẽ có ngày gặp lại
Cho phép tao từ chối bắt tay vì tao đéo quen mấy thằng mất dạy
Nó lại hợp vãi lol :v
Chicken pods 🗣️
best one
0:24 Verse
C to the o c o n a
Be poppin on them 808s
Who would've thought lil ting would turn up on them like a fade away
Here for the throne kaleesi flow burn em all ain't no playin no game
Hold up!
Lemme me just claim my throne real quick ok! Ok!
Levelin up but it ain't ever enough
Atomodori nashi uchira mutekida wa
Motakotonai hazu nothing like this
Cocona be the new genesis
Suteji kake again flickin the wrist
Competition we gon put em top rest
Takin no Ls
Givin no Fs
Emm emm
Chawoni dalla da wonhae 100 respect money power
Rap halttaen gyeonsonhan cosplay eolibeoli hawin tteoljin anha
Nan paleushan newbie neon rotten tomato
Nan pallahge verified neonen bukaejung
Neom baramjigan geon nojaemila woo
Surrounded by sound of dem haters
What lyrics are these?
@@charlotteorbit cocona xg
Primeira vez aqui em 3/9/2024 às 18:51
*Title:* "Echoes of You"
*Lyrics:*
Verse 1:
(G) In this empty space, I feel your absence deep
(Em) Every heartbeat, a memory that we used to keep
(C) Your smile, your laugh, your eyes, they linger on
(D) But now you're gone, and I'm left to carry on
Chorus:
(G) Oh, my love, you're the ghost that I adore
(Em) Forever in my heart, but never more
(C) Your love remains, a bittersweet refrain
(D) Echoes of you, that I'll forever sustain
Verse 2:
(G) Tears fall like rain, as I recall our past
(Em) The whispers, the promises, the love that would last
(C) But fate had other plans, and now you're gone
(D) Leaving me with just this hollow, echoing song
Chorus:
(G) Oh, my love, you're the ghost that I adore
(Em) Forever in my heart, but never more
(C) Your love remains, a bittersweet refrain
(D) Echoes of you, that I'll forever sustain
Bridge:
(Am) In dreams, I see your face, a fleeting glance
(F) A moment's peace, before the painful dance
(G)
Good beat
killed this shii
Is there a link to download? Tryna hop on this asap
Wow you outdid yourself
This shit is really hard af. 🅿️
Sammohit ke shat m bhi banayega rap isme baweeee🚨
🔥🔥
Bro can u reproduce Bobby Boucher by Earthgang they dropped that shit yesterday
👑
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack in pounds
I got a bag now, but it's nothing to brag 'bout
Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the bloodhounds
Mac 10 making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown
I'm from down South, not a loudmouth, we can fuck around (whoa)
Hit the music, baby, cut it down (whoa)
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably
I feel like I'ma bust now (whoa)
I feel like a bust down when I shine bright
Blind niggas is up now (whoa, shit)
In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up
You can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (ayy)
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, too far-
Me and my money attached emotionally
I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me
I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be
Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me
Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me
I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me
When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole with me
Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me
Hit from the back, she giving me slurp, and I ain't even pull my pants down
Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down
Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move, get gunned down
Giving out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, just run now
No locked doors, I serve with a chop
Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp
We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops
I was on panda, glass in the sock
Back in the day, I invest in the block
Fast-forward, now I'm investing in stocks
I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch
Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
Pu-pu-pussy cat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge
Then I took it back, now he sayin' that he shakin' and he shiverin'
Like the way it taste, and he ain't ate it in a minute
They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella chil-
Talk shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch
You motherfuckin' bitch
Uh, shit
Sorry in advance for my bros
They'll whoop a nigga ass, what you whippin' up? (Whoa)
JID in the bag, if you lookin' for that dope
Niggas got it in the bag, 'cause we trappin' on the low
And I'm the shit with the flow, huh, give me a joke
Heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no
I'm the best, tell 'em bitches stop the motherfuckin' press
Press stop, fuck a top-five list, get 'em a vest, he get lopsided
Fuck the cops, we was runnin' from Rottweilers
Most of my partners ain't have poppa, just a popped condom
Couple kids with Alzheimer's, .40 on his side
Boy you Mike Alstott, he on the block violent
Robbin' niggas in the hood and then swap genres
Green light, line a nigga up, stop sign him
Keep drivin', you will not find him
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a normal anomaly, I turned into a rapper ironically
And ran the bag up, back up, niggas is onto me
Niggas should honor me, if you think that I'm a wannabe
It's pretty comedy, I'm melancholy and cool
So calmly bustin' moves, my truths carry velocity
Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pussy clart
Treat the rap like I'm pushin' rock
On the stove with the Pyrex pot
The door stay locked, it don't say knock
We on they block, we own they block
It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties
Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin', same lil' niggas
Small pond, but a pool shark, I aim, big stick
Knock, chalk off cue balls, bang this shit
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha!
Cocona❤
Can i use this for my video background music
Yes
Magnífico 🔥 po po po po !
For anyone wondering, Mos Def also sampled this beat like 10 years ago. “Ms. Fat Booty”
10 years ago? that song is 1999 lol
🔥💯💯🔥🔥
Менің әуеніме ілесе алмайсың сен таста
Бұл ісің келмейді жақсылыққа қасқа
Ендігәрі қоғамнан ерекшемін басқа
Киемін басқа тақияны таптамай
Баспа ауырып турса да сөздерімде бар тастар
Ескі кездер қалған біздің таспада
Әуенім сені жаулайды, саспа
Сасып тұрсың бықсыма рас па?
Деп сенімсіз болма иа ма?
Менің катанам, сояды сені қоштасып ал кенттарыңмен ата
Даже менттер көмек бермейд саған талмай
Өлтіремін сені атып тастап Ак-мен
Tuff ass beat hands down!!
Simplistic... Tuning my dreams from a wishlist,
Every moment is mine, opportunistic,
Risk it, gains, I gift this,
Can't quit, knowing I would miss this,
No blind eyes, wouldnt miss this,
For the world, forgiveness,
For each edge, can see the distance,
Feasting on persistence,
Against the grain, smile at resistance,
Stand out, they will notice the difference,
They know something's missing....
The devil smiles, whispers" you be able to relive this...
At this instance, that devil looked more like an angel, instead of a misfit.
"Krama blitzes...
Death senses
Rush of life tenses"
"Mistakes... Just a blemish
For you, scratching up the vinyl finish"
Lets Go✍️ Yahase chalte sidha mic pe🎵 #PsYdAtA
I look at the mirror and say yup he’s the one
nice
0:11
Cual es el verdadero beat .. ya que este yo lo use hace más de 8 años solo que no recuerdo su nombre
X2 😢
Ms fat booty de mos def
Not bad at allll.
Main results
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, to for-
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack in pounds
I got a bag now, but it's nothing to brag 'bout
Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the bloodhounds
Mac 10 making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown
I'm from down South, not a loudmouth, we can fuck around (woah, shit, woah)
Hit the music, baby, cut it down (woah, shit, woah)
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably, I feel like I'ma bust now (woah, woah, shit, woah)
I feel like a bust down when I shine bright, blind niggas is up now (woah, shit, woah, shit)
In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up, you can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (ayy)
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, to for-
Me and my money attached emotionally
I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me
I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be
Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me
Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me
I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me
When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole wit' me
Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me
Hit from the back, she giving me slurp and I ain't even pull my pants down
Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down
Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move, get gunned down
Giving out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, just run now
No locked doors, I serve with a chop
Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp
We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops
I was on panda, glass in the sock
Back in the day, I invest in the block
Fast forward, now I'm investing in stocks
I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch
Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
Pu-pu-pussy cat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge
Then I took it back, now he sayin' that he shakin' and he shiverin'
Like the way it taste and he ain't ate it in a minute
They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella chil-
Talk shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch
You motherfuckin' bitch
Uh, shit (hehehaha)
Sorry in advance for my bros
They'll whoop a nigga ass, what you whippin' up? (Woah)
JID in the bag, if you lookin' for that dope
Niggas got it in the bag, 'cause we trappin' on the low
And I'm the shit with the flow, huh
Give me a joke, heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no
I'm the best, tell them bitches stop the motherfuckin' press
Press stop, fuck a top-five list
Get 'em a vest, he get lopsided
Fuck the cops, we was runnin' from Rottweilers
Most of my partners ain't have poppa, just a popped condom
Couple kids with Alzheimer's, forty on his side
Boy you Mike Alstott, he on the block violent
Robbin' niggas in the hood and then swap genres
Green light, line a nigga up, stop sign him
Keep drivin', you will not find him
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a normal anomaly, I turned into a rapper ironically
And ran the bag up, back up, niggas is onto me
Niggas should honor me
If you think that I'm a wannabe, it's pretty comedy
I'm melancholy and cool, so calmly bustin' moves
My truths carry velocity
Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pussy clart
Treat the rap like I'm pushin' rock
On the stove with the Pyrex pot
The door stay locked, it don't say knock
We on they block, we own they block
It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties
Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin'
Same lil' niggas small pond, but a pool shark
I aim, big stick, knock, chalk off cue balls
Bang this shit
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha!
2:25
In she came with the same type game...
He better thank Aretha in death❤
Маган керек гелен, сен саспа
Мен сени атамын дайын тур бул аска
Асха принц та дайын бул турга ласт дей.
Мен сени атам ак 47 мен, бугин дайын бол кызыл комнатка
je me retrouve pas dans le droit chemin jfais du hors piste pour déclencher l’avalanche
j’essaye d’avancer dans un monde sournois ou mes demons me disent de faire gaffe a l’ange
mes gars partent en couille j’me fais du soucis jme bouffe tellement les ongles que je touche mes phalanges
plus de bataille de boules de neige maintenant c’est dans le nez qui décale la blanche
jcrois que je fais du mal en visant dans les étoiles je lève la tête et je prie pour que le ciel me pardonne
issu d’une famille nombreuse avec une enfance heureuse
maintenant que je deviens adulte j’fais pleurer ma daronne
mes propres textes paraissent illisibles j’fais des freestyles pour des pages qui ne me partageront pas
vision rouge quand j’navigue dans l’illicite
j’écoute cette voix qui m’dit ca va payer lache pas
le prince du balcon du trois allume une cigarette du haut du donjon attendant la princesse
je repense au rap j’ai plus rien si j’arrête trop de soucis j’ai un grain jveux que tout ces pépins cesse
Un cœur à la dérive
Une lame sous la poitrine
Des larmes dans le vide
D'une passion qui se finit
Un regarde qui se ferment
Et une âme qui saignent
J'aimerai guérir ces peine
Mais que faire sur cette scène tout tourne à l'infinie
Les oublie les promesses toute ces chose qui harcèle
qui je sait perturbe chaque songe
Oui j'essaie d'aimer dans ce monde
Mais ma propre peur ces mon ombre
Me and my money attached emotionally
I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me
I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be
Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me
Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me
I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me
When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole with me
Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me
Hit from the back, she giving me slurp, and I ain't even pull my pants down
Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down
Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move, get gunned down
Giving out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, just run now
No locked doors, I serve with a chop
Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp
We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops
I was on panda, glass in the sock
Back in the day, I invest in the block
Fast-forward, now I'm investing in stocks
I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch
Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots
Doomed ,. Could a had a room ,
Some shrooms, a groom ,. The broom ,. Enough lift too jump a dune ,.
Summer an June ,.
Picking at the tune ,.
Itching for the views ,.
Bitching at the news ,.
Ticking before the fuse ,.
Lifting u out ya shoes ,.
Original sample- Mos Def: Ms Fat Booty your welcome
Bpm?
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, to for-
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back and I'm black and snatchin' crowns
I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack in pounds
I got a bag now but it's nothing to brag 'bout
Gun blast in the background
I'm a black man with the bloodhounds
MAC-10, making love sounds
To a bad chick, she from Uptown
I'm from down South, not a loudmouth
We can fuck around (Woah, shit, woah)
Hit the music, baby, cut it down (Woah, shit, woah)
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably
I feel like I'ma bust now (Woah, woah, shit, woah)
I feel like a bust down when I shine bright
Blind niggas is up now (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up
You can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (Ayy)
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back and I'm black and snatchin' crowns
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, to for-
Me and my money attached emotionally
I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me
I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be
Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me
Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me
I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me
When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole wit' me
Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me
Hit from the back
She giving me slurp and I ain't even pull my pants down
Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down
Draw down, hands in the air, nigga
Make one move, get gunned down
Giving out smoke so long
They don't even wanna talk no more, they just run now
No locked doors, I serve with a chop
Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp
We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops
I was on Pinedale, glass in the sock
Back in the day, I invest in the block
Fast forward, now I'm investing in stocks
I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch
Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back and I'm black and snatchin' crowns
I put the pussy cat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge
Then I took it back, now he say that he shakin' and he shiverin'
Like the way it taste and he ain't ate it in a minute
They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella chil-
Talk shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch
You motherfuckin' bitch
Uh, shit (Hehehaha)
Sorry in advance for my bros
They'll whoop a nigga ass, what you whippin' up? (Woah)
JID in the back if you lookin' for the dope
Niggas got it in the bag, 'cause we trappin' on the low
And I'm the shit with the flow, huh
Give me a joke, heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no
I'm the best, tell them bitches stop the motherfuckin' press
Press stop, fuck a top-five list
Get 'em a vest, he get lopsided
Fuck the cops, we was runnin' from Rottweilers
Most of my partners ain't have poppa, just a popped condom, couple kids with Alzheimer's
.40 on his side, boy, you Mike Alstott, he on the block violent
Robbin' niggas in the hood and then swap genres
Green light, line a nigga up, stop sign him
Keep drivin', you will not find him
I'm a, I'm a, I'm an-I'm an anomaly, I turned into a rapper ironically
And ran the bag up, back up, niggas is onto me
Niggas should honor me
If you think I'm a wannabe, it's pretty comedy
I'm melancholy and cool, so calmly bustin' moves
My truths carry velocity
Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pussy clot
Treat the rappin' like I'm pushin' rock
On the stove with the Pyrex pot
The door stay locked, it don't say knock
We on they block, we own they block
It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties
Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin'
The same lil' niggas small pond, but a pool shark
I aim, big stick, knock, chalk off cue balls
Bang this shit
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha!
Cocona
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Il m'faut du cash, ouais plus de batterie
Sourire jusqu'au oreille devant lopj
J'viens chercher les sous
Tu vole l'argent c'est pas gratuit
on va tfaire c'est pas gol-ri
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I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, too far-
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack in pounds
I got a bag now, but it's nothing to brag 'bout
Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the bloodhounds
Mac 10 making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown
I'm from down South, not a loudmouth, we can fuck around (whoa)
Hit the music, baby, cut it down (whoa)
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably
I feel like I'ma bust now (whoa)
I feel like a bust down when I shine bright
Blind niggas is up now (whoa, shit)
In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up
You can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (ayy)
Llama llama red pajama
Read histor
пушим сук как в доте называем это слоу сэкс
мы любим работать это поглащает дэмэдж
владею ее временем меня зовут док стрэндЖ
Я игрвю с рифмой
Intro: Aretha Franklin]
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, to for-
[Chorus: JID]
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back and I'm black and snatchin' crowns
My version 🙈
Dari East to West Malaysia sudah aku terjah
Mari sini aku kenalkan siapa Kila
Jangan salah dengar, kau fikir G.I.L.A , NOW!
I come to snatch your fucking crown
It's a win for me now
Nobody know so fucking make it fade away
Who wouda thought this lil thing can spice if up
And you got nothing look alike me
Taking no love, Give zero fuck, I'm independent bitch,
Not gonna take your shit, Queen is on fire whoo!
Nampak comel though!
Her smile make me cair though!
Handsome! Money! Power!
Aku tak pandang, go hell bro!
Kau lupa kecil-kecil cili padi, keep it low!
Lemme show what the real game, take a risk, fire it up uh! Hahha
J D S
Делаем вайб, делаем бит будто нам по двадцать.
Че там по чем? Ты щас про че? Сможешь ли ты достать
Тут дело во мне и дело в тебе, ебаные наркоты они тупо везде
Делать так делать нахуй быть белым
Все что подняли делим и делим
все так же помню как мы потели, с утра до ночи у меня в постели
Батя говорил балам не смотри назад
Если че то хочешь говорить ,скажи в глаза
Я не видел индюка , позже надел очки
Он хотел как лучше но сменились сука тапочки
this hood weather or bad weather hurry up thats sugar cane not miki is hot
Driving around no underwear how much isthis ha hahaha so boss corossin hahaha need private my life and kids .
Shout out x bex bitch ex co bet a drill run a little bit faster what I soundß gremlin gram b lents on my shirts stop is crown 👑 tape decks are orca shoots my shots rims shot state snares down
For all you artists that like this instrumental but can't use it because of copyright?
I made a similar one inspired by this, enjoy!
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ㅈㄴ 어렵네
данчилл пишет лучше
Dedication this @tunechi ooof😤
C to the ocona
Be poppin' on them 808s
Who woulda thought lil ting
Would turn up on em like a fade away
Here for the throne Khaleesi flow
Burn em all ain't no playin' no games
Hol' up lemme jus claim my throne real quick ok ok
Levelin' up but it ain't ever enough
Atomodori-nashi uchi-ra mutekida wa
Mitakotonai hazu nothing like us
Cocona be the new genesis
Sutēji kake agari flickin' the wrist
Competition we gon' put em to rest
Takin' no L's givin no F's
Chawoni dalla
Dawonhae100 respect money power
Rap hal ttaen gyeomsonhan cosplay eoribeori ttawin tteoljin ana
Nan pareuthan newbie neon rotten tomato nan parake verified neonen bukaejung neomu baramjikan geon nojaemira woo
Surrounded by sound of dem haters
C to the ocona
Be poppin' on them 808s
Who woulda thought lil ting
Would turn up on them like a fade away
Here for the throne Khaleesi flow
Burn em all ain't no playin' no games
Hol' up lemme jus claim my throne real quick ok ok ok.
C to the ocona
Be poppin' on them 808s
Who woulda thought lil ting
Would turn up on em like a fadeaway
Here for the throne Khaleesi flow
Burn em all ain't no playin' no games
Hol' up lemme jus claim my throne real quick ok ok
Levelin' up but it ain't ever enough
Atomodori-nashi uchi-ra mutekida wa
Mitakotonai hazu nothing like us
Cocona be the new genesis
Sutēji kake agari flickin' the wrist
Competition we gon' put em to rest
Takin' no L's givin no F's
Chawoni dalla
Dawonhae 100 respect money power
Rap hal ttaen gyeomsonhan cosplay
eoribeori ttawin tteoljin ana
Nan pareuthan newbie neon rotten tomato
nan parake verified neonen bukaejung
neomu baramjikan geon nojaemira woo
Surrounded by sound of dem haters
0:11
0:37
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, too far-
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack in pounds
I got a bag now, but it's nothing to brag 'bout
Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the bloodhounds
Mac 10 making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown
I'm from down South, not a loudmouth, we can fuck around (whoa)
Hit the music, baby, cut it down (whoa)
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably
I feel like I'ma bust now (whoa)
I feel like a bust down when I shine bright
Blind niggas is up now (whoa, shit)
In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up
You can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (ayy)
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, too far-
Me and my money attached emotionally
I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me
I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be
Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me
Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me
I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me
When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole with me
Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me
Hit from the back, she giving me slurp, and I ain't even pull my pants down
Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down
Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move, get gunned down
Giving out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, just run now
No locked doors, I serve with a chop
Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp
We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops
I was on panda, glass in the sock
Back in the day, I invest in the block
Fast-forward, now I'm investing in stocks
I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch
Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
Pu-pu-pussy cat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge
Then I took it back, now he sayin' that he shakin' and he shiverin'
Like the way it taste, and he ain't ate it in a minute
They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella chil-
Talk shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch
You motherfuckin' bitch
Uh, shit
Sorry in advance for my bros
They'll whoop a nigga ass, what you whippin' up? (Whoa)
JID in the bag, if you lookin' for that dope
Niggas got it in the bag, 'cause we trappin' on the low
And I'm the shit with the flow, huh, give me a joke
Heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no
I'm the best, tell 'em bitches stop the motherfuckin' press
Press stop, fuck a top-five list, get 'em a vest, he get lopsided
Fuck the cops, we was runnin' from Rottweilers
Most of my partners ain't have poppa, just a popped condom
Couple kids with Alzheimer's, .40 on his side
Boy you Mike Alstott, he on the block violent
Robbin' niggas in the hood and then swap genres
Green light, line a nigga up, stop sign him
Keep drivin', you will not find him
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a normal anomaly, I turned into a rapper ironically
And ran the bag up, back up, niggas is onto me
Niggas should honor me, if you think that I'm a wannabe
It's pretty comedy, I'm melancholy and cool
So calmly bustin' moves, my truths carry velocity
Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pussy clart
Treat the rap like I'm pushin' rock
On the stove with the Pyrex pot
The door stay locked, it don't say knock
We on they block, we own they block
It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties
Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin', same lil' niggas
Small pond, but a pool shark, I aim, big stick
Knock, chalk off cue balls, bang this shit
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha!
0:09
0:25
0:23
0:23
know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, too far-
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack in pounds
I got a bag now, but it's nothing to brag 'bout
Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the bloodhounds
Mac 10 making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown
I'm from down South, not a loudmouth, we can fuck around (whoa)
Hit the music, baby, cut it down (whoa)
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably
I feel like I'ma bust now (whoa)
I feel like a bust down when I shine bright
Blind niggas is up now (whoa, shit)
In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up
You can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (ayy)
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, too far-
Me and my money attached emotionally
I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me
I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be
Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me
Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me
I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me
When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole with me
Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me
Hit from the back, she giving me slurp, and I ain't even pull my pants down
Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down
Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move, get gunned down
Giving out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, just run now
No locked doors, I serve with a chop
Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp
We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops
I was on panda, glass in the sock
Back in the day, I invest in the block
Fast-forward, now I'm investing in stocks
I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch
Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
Pu-pu-pussy cat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge
Then I took it back, now he sayin' that he shakin' and he shiverin'
Like the way it taste, and he ain't ate it in a minute
They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella chil-
Talk shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch
You motherfuckin' bitch
Uh, shit
Sorry in advance for my bros
They'll whoop a nigga ass, what you whippin' up? (Whoa)
JID in the bag, if you lookin' for that dope
Niggas got it in the bag, 'cause we trappin' on the low
And I'm the shit with the flow, huh, give me a joke
Heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no
I'm the best, tell 'em bitches stop the motherfuckin' press
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, too far-
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack in pounds
I got a bag now, but it's nothing to brag 'bout
Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the bloodhounds
Mac 10 making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown
I'm from down South, not a loudmouth, we can fuck around (whoa)
Hit the music, baby, cut it down (whoa)
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably
I feel like I'ma bust now (whoa)
I feel like a bust down when I shine bright
Blind niggas is up now (whoa, shit)
In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up
You can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (ayy)
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, too far-
Me and my money attached emotionally
I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me
I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be
Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me
Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me
I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me
When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole with me
Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me
Hit from the back, she giving me slurp, and I ain't even pull my pants down
Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down
Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move, get gunned down
Giving out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, just run now
No locked doors, I serve with a chop
Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp
We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops
I was on panda, glass in the sock
Back in the day, I invest in the block
Fast-forward, now I'm investing in stocks
I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch
Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
Pu-pu-pussy cat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge
Then I took it back, now he sayin' that he shakin' and he shiverin'
Like the way it taste, and he ain't ate it in a minute
They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella chil-
Talk shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch
You motherfuckin' bitch
Uh, shit
Sorry in advance for my bros
They'll whoop a nigga ass, what you whippin' up? (Whoa)
JID in the bag, if you lookin' for that dope
Niggas got it in the bag, 'cause we trappin' on the low
And I'm the shit with the flow, huh, give me a joke
Heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no
I'm the best, tell 'em bitches stop the motherfuckin' press
Press stop, fuck a top-five list, get 'em a vest, he get lopsided
Fuck the cops, we was runnin' from Rottweilers
Most of my partners ain't have poppa, just a popped condom
Couple kids with Alzheimer's, .40 on his side
Boy you Mike Alstott, he on the block violent
Robbin' niggas in the hood and then swap genres
Green light, line a nigga up, stop sign him
Keep drivin', you will not find him
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a normal anomaly, I turned into a rapper ironically
And ran the bag up, back up, niggas is onto me
Niggas should honor me, if you think that I'm a wannabe
It's pretty comedy, I'm melancholy and cool
So calmly bustin' moves, my truths carry velocity
Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pussy clart
Treat the rap like I'm pushin' rock
On the stove with the Pyrex pot
The door stay locked, it don't say knock
We on they block, we own they block
It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties
Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin', same lil' niggas
Small pond, but a pool shark, I aim, big stick
Knock, chalk off cue balls, bang this shit
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha!