​​alt-J – U&ME Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Summer holiday, having fun
Happiness is between two buns
Feeling funky on a rolling boil
Smiles bend all over, can’t control how I feel

[Chorus]
It’s just you and me now

[Verse 2]
Round of Kiminos for my girls in the sun
Sending videos to friends in London
Strut like Stellan Skarsgård to and from the bar
Playin’ my candied tangerine Telecaster

[Chorus]
It’s just you and me now
It’s just you and me now
It’s just you and me now
It’s just you and me now

[Verse 3]
Two hot palms pressing down on my face
Dragged by my sockets to a better place
Flashing in the dark, my luminescent tongue
Summer holiday, having fun

[Chorus]
It’s just you and me now
It’s just you and me now

[Outro]
Ooh, hangin’ on to the memory of that day for the rest of my lifе
Hangin’ over to the memory of that day for thе rest of my life
Hangin’ over to the memory of that day for the rest of my life

Alt-J – You & me

Summer holiday, having fun
Happiness is between two buns
Feeling funky on a rolling boil
Smiles bend all over,
Can’t control how I feel

It’s just you & me now

Round of Kiminos for my girls in the sun
Sending videos to friends in London
Strut like Stellan Skarsgaard to and from the bar
Playin’ my candied tangerine Telecaster

It’s just you & me now
It’s just you & me now
It’s just you & me now
It’s just you & me now

Two hot palms pressing down on my face
Dragged by my sockets to a better place
Flashing in the dark, my luminescent tongue
Summer holiday, having fun

It’s just you & me now
It’s just you and me now

[Outro:]
Ooh, hangin’ on to the memory of that day for the rest of my lifе
Hangin’ over to the memory of that day for thе rest of my life
Hangin’ over to the memory of that day for the rest of my life.

[“The Dream 2022” release]

Digga D – 2K17 Lyrics

[Intro]
Baow, baow, come on
Free the guys, everyone, you get me? (Bluuwuu)
Brr, you know the vibes
He di-did it, he di-did it, he di-did it, he di-did it, doing it (Haha)
Yo, free the guys, you get me?
Rollin’ (Rollin’)

[Chorus]
I feel like I’m Double Tap in 2k17 (Bap)
The difference is this machine got a long arse magazine (Grr, grr)
I know you see this hunting knife that’s poking through my jeans (Yeah, yeah)
We had London screaming T******, they don’t care ’bout, care ’bout what it—
I feel like I’m Double Tap in 2k17 (Bap, bap)
The difference is this machine got a long arse magazinе (Grr, grr, grr)
I know you see this hunting knife that’s poking through my jeans (Yeah, yеah)
We had London screaming T******, they don’t care ’bout what it means (Hahaha)

[Verse 1]
If you tell me one man, just one man, that you shot, then I’ll never rap again
I don’t wanna hear that cap again
Roll up, lift the pole up and slap at them (Grr, grr, rollin’)
No bells for the nina, bring the dagger dem
Yo, I don’t know who them boy think they’re badder than (What?)
Get me mad again (What?), get me mad again
So I can ching mans chest and back again (Yeah, yeah)
Too real for the scene, they ain’t seen what I seen
Whistle on pistol with the beam (Bo-boom)
Crib Session, I had the machine
Daily Duppy, I went with a full magazine (Grr, grr, grr)
Four-fizzy on FRE
The four-five if man don’t free up the C.R.E.A.M (Yo, gimme that)
We slammed out ****, then ****, they’re callin’ us robbery team
Please stop botherin’ me, did I hit that stain? Well, obviously
Jokes, I ain’t do none of that, B
Cah these niggas snitchin’ anonymously
Drill, I’m runnin’ it prominently
Man bully these rappers, that’s dominancy (Yeah)
I’ll go to a show with a dotty on me
Fucked up, tell them boy “Stop copyin’ me”

[Chorus]
I feel like I’m Double Tap in 2k17 (Bap)
The difference is this machine got a long arse magazine (Grr, grr)
I know you see this hunting knife that’s poking through my jeans (Yeah, yeah)
We had London screaming T******, they don’t care ’bout what it, care ’bout what it—
I feel like I’m Double Tap in 2k17 (Bap, bap)
The difference is this machine got a long arse magazine (Grr, grr, grr)
I know you see this hunting knife that’s poking through my jeans (Yeah, yeah)
We had London screaming T******, they don’t care ’bout what it means (Yo, hahaha)

[Verse 2]
Yo
I ain’t done one show, mans high risk (No)
I ain’t goin’ Wireless fireless (No)
I just pray I get through with this .19
I ain’t thinkin’ ’bout no COVID virus
Mask on BHA, press on the nine
Fuck killin’ them with kindness (Yeah)
It was ****, but now one of them’s minus
Fire still walks on their block in sliders (Real)
They keep sayin’ we’re wet
Come test the waters and find it out (Yeah)
He didn’t mind his mouth
So, they guys got mad and they slimed him out (Brr)
Whoever’s the king better hide that crown
If I swing my ching, I’ma knife that down
Tell my **** get stuck and I lie that down
If he still talks crud, I’ma slide back ’round (Skrrt)
Gamble your life, blud, bet it (Bet it)
Roll the dice and see if man tek it (Tek it)
Load the nine with bine and selek it (‘lek it)
Aim the wap at his wig and press it, press it
Stepped in the room, clocked two scrum
I instantly backed my dick out (Woo)
I pray that she got a big mouth
Yo, gyal, both of you two take your tits out

[Chorus]
I feel like I’m Double Tap in 2k17 (Bap)
The difference is this machine got a long arse magazine (Grr, grr)
I know you see this hunting knife that’s poking through my jeans (Yeah, yeah)
We had London screaming T******, they don’t care ’bout what it, care ’bout what it—
I feel like I’m Double Tap in 2k17 (Bap, bap)
The difference is this machine got a long arse magazine (Grr, grr, grr)
I know you see this hunting knife that’s poking through my jeans (Yeah, yeah)
We had London screaming T******, they don’t care ’bout what it means (Yo, hahaha)

[Verse 3]
It don’t make no sense why R***** tried to hop the fence (Nah)
F**** don’t like us ’cause we borred up all his friends
They must think I’m cheeky if I can’t go back to the ends
But when my license finish, I’ma circle ’round them, circle ’round them

[Outro]
Ay
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Hahaha
X10

Future & Drake Performed ‘Way 2 Sexy’ & ‘Life Is Good’ At Wireless Festival

Future performed at the Wireless Festival at Crystal Palace Park in London and shocked fans when he called out collaborator Drake to hit the stage with him.

It’s probably not that much of a surprise that Drake was in London, having posted on his Instagram stories recently that a large entourage had arrived to pick up him and members of his team from their private jet.

Fans were surprised, however, to see the Certified Lover Boy artist up close personal as the stage allowed as he and Future performed a number of their bangers, including their recent “Way 2 Sexy” and the double platinum-certified “Life is Good.”

A projector behind Future read “Hey Wireless, The Boy is home,” prior to Drake coming out on stage. It’s Drake’s first time in front of an audience this size since the pandemic began a year ago and since the rapper reportedly had Covid and also suffering a leg injury causing his CLB album to be delayed.

Friday night was also the first time Drake and Future performed the hilarious “Way 2 Sexy,” which is one of the songs ‘Certified Lover Boy’ getting heavy rotations on streaming platforms.

Future brings Drake out at Wireless Festival 2021! pic.twitter.com/aXuYvFK7BP

— CGuk (@CreativeGenUK) September 10, 2021

Meanwhile, Drake also blessed fans with a performance of his own, “Laugh Now, Cry Later.” The OVO artist has been basking in the success of his latest album, which is set to surpass first sales record bigger than any other artist, even Kanye West’s Donda.

Future and Drake have been close friends for years and often collaborated on each other’s albums. In 2015 the two collaborated on a joint mixtape, What A Time To Be Alive, comprising of 11 songs including “Big Rings” and “Digital Dash.” The project has since been certified platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA).

Future brings out Drake at #WirelessFestival in London and they perform Way 2 SEXY. pic.twitter.com/3XBPerlZiB

— Word On Road (@WordOnRd) September 10, 2021

Drake and Tim Westwood backstage at Wireless Festival in London. pic.twitter.com/OwvPkNiwxs

— Word On Road (@WordOnRd) September 10, 2021

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​Baby Keem – cocoa Lyrics

[Intro]
Sit down and drink some champagne with me and let me rap

[Chorus: Baby Keem]
I’m balling with my friends
Staring at the money in a trance
Lil’ baby, can I be your mans?
I might have to buy her OnlyFans
Huh? She gave me pussy as just friends
I feel like nothing but a middleman
I’m done, baby, I can’t be your friend
You might give the pussy to my mans

[Verse 1: Baby Keem]
Huh? Ugh, you toxic
Ah-ha-ha-ha, you toxic
You wanna stay? Don’t stay late
Do you not like your house? Hate your place?
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
Spent half a mil’ on Grandma house and then I zoomed
Got way more money than my peers, you would assume
In competition with myself, I cannot lose
What we gon’ eat?
I don’t do Nobu, baby, that’s him, not me
We fuck, wakе up, you go, we go too
London, we up, the top floor, еatin’ soul food
I don’t wanna eat nothin’ else
It’s new, I wanna see your room
It’s new, I wanna fix your wounds
It’s new, bitch, I’ma, ha, ooh

[Chorus: Baby Keem]
I’m balling with my friends (Hee-hee)
Staring at the money in a trance (Hee-hee)
Lil’ baby, can I be your mans? (Hee-hee)
I might have to buy her OnlyFans (Hee-hee)
Huh? She gave me pussy as just friends
I feel like nothing but a middleman
I’m done, baby, I can’t be your friend
You might give the pussy to my mans

[Verse 2: Don Toliver & Baby Keem]
I love to spend it, she coppin’ levitators (Uh-huh)
I took her out to eat, I took her out to Denny’s
She always call me plenty, drunky-drunky off the Remy (Uh-huh)
Sometimes no callback and Donny tooked off on the Henny
I’m touchin’ down in your city just to get it litty (Uh-huh)
Better check the bar when we in the strip, we throwin’ fifty (Go, yeah)
Do not be the Ghost, you can’t get too close (Nah)
Shawty be doin’ the most (Ooh), one hand better ride that roll
Xannies got me goin’ down, put me in my mode
I just ate lil’ baby up, shawty taste like cocoa
Ten feet, down deep, then I’m here and gone (Cocoa)
Got the beater out the sheets, you couldn’t keep her home
Niggas pull up to the function, whip, I leave it on (Pull up)
I leave it on, Told you that I pack a punch

[Chorus: Baby Keem]
I’m balling with my friends
Staring at the money in a trance
Lil’ baby, can I be your mans?
I might have to buy her OnlyFans
Huh? She gave me pussy as just friends
I feel like nothing but a middleman
I’m done, baby, I can’t be your friend
You might give the pussy to my mans

[Verse 3: Baby Keem]
Two freaks in the club, but they attitude trashy
Don’t fuck with broke boys, so the opps down bad
Baby Keem in the cut, she know that’s a hefty tag, huh
I just put the whole 702 on my back
You ain’t comin’ home with us, please, don’t you ask
I might throw a hundred ones, please, don’t be mad
Tit-for-tat, goin’ back and forth is not my passion
Took a trip to Paris to post another caption
It’s too much liquor, I get it, huh
Steakhouse, takin’ out, eight-hundred-dollar dinners, huh
Baby, go ahead and grab that, t-t-t-t-t-t-tease (Whew, whew, whew whew)
Bruises on your knees (Whew, whew, whew)
While I’m drinkin’ tea (Whew, whew)
She gettin’ teed, I hate when you tease
Don’t try to hide your ass, we’ll tag a picture on your back, huh
If that pussy good, there’s a chance I get attached

London On Da Track Slams Summer Walker Over Social Media Rant

London On Da Track responds to Summer Walker rant about him being a deadbeat dad.

Summer Walker says that the father of her daughter producer London on Da Track has been sending her threats and that if anything were to happen to her, “it was him.” The pair has had a dramatic relationship, and it seems that now with them co-parenting, they continue to have problems.

In messages posted on her Instagram account, Summer Walker blasted London On Da Track for interfering in her dating life as he warns persons around her of her involvement with another man.

“London calling & dm’ng [sic] everyone around me cause he BLOCKED talking bout if you care around Summer get that n**** away from her,” she said on her Instagram Story. “So if anything happens to me it was him. Ghetto baby daddy from hell. I be minding my business & NEVER call him unless it’s because the well being of my child,” she said.

Walker added that the other man London was warning others about has stepped into the role of father as London has neglected his daughter for the last two months.

“Smh crazy mf. & ‘that n**** has been raising raising your child since 2 months cause you ain’t shit & wouldn’t help me. You need to stop threatening people & tell him thank you, f***in’ weirdo.”

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Walker didn’t stop there as she shared several other posts as she continued to bash London.

“I be trying so hard to mind my business, n***a so pressed. & come get this car, I don’t want nothing from you n this shit ain’t even paid for. I like my cars paid OFF. … One of y’all hoes PLEASE put some good pussy on that man so he can leave me and my family alone. Thank you,” Summer said.

Meanwhile, the producer took the time to publicly responding to Walker’s claims as he said her mental health was in a poor place.

“Sh*t so goofy shit ain’t even funny,” he said. “I really be trynna spare shawty cuz I understand her mental health ain’t where it need to be. But da lying shit gotta stop.”

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London On Da Track added that she’s lying about him sending her “calls” and “DM,” and said in relation to the car, “that shit bout the truck cute too… I’ma have somebody come get that shit tomorrow… Put the jewelry in the arm rest. I don’t want u to have nothing u don’t want,” he said.

The rapper also took the time to insult Walker about her body as she recently showed off her results from breast augmentation.

He said his finances were solid and that he could buy “5 Teslas,” while Summer was “still making payments on ya ass n titties talkin’ bout a car.”

The producer also countered her claims that he was a deadbeat dad, saying that it’s cap, “everybody around me know how I am wit my kids.”

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The producer has two other children. Summer Walker later responded with a video in which she called out London and Erica Eboni to leave her alone.

“Y’all was f***ing terrorizing me for two years bro cause I was with the n***** I gave him back for the same reasons y’all was terrorizing me for two years,” Walker said as she became dramatic and used her hands in a throwing motion to signal how she gave London back.

“I don’t know what y’all think this is, but we’re not doing this for the next 18 years bro. I tried to be cool with all of y’all, I tried to be the big happy family and have everybody over for Christmas….Eboni you told me you tried to meet me…I told him [London] bring her here I want to talk to her… brought you here…and we talked.”

Walker said she told Erica that she was willing to work to make the family unit work so the children can know each other. However, Erica said she was not interested and wanted to fight her.

She added that she had to keep dealing with issues when all she wanted was to have her child and get married. “leave me alone,” she tells both Erica and London.

She said she went on a date and the next day London had sent her threats.

Meanwhile, the drama was a back and forth with Erica defending London.

“Summer over there talking all that monkey sh*t about London y’all don’t fall for her mentaliy stuck on stupid and ungrateful. Nobody even knew this stripper b**** before London made her,” she said.

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She added that Summer was making it seem as if London was not caring for his children when “the case is he just doesn’t want you anymore.”

Fans who have been observing the drama chimed in as they sided with Summer because some reminded Erica that she was the one who had in the past claimed that London was not taking care of her children, but no is defending him to say otherwise.

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Summer Walker Accuses London On Da Track Of Being A Deadbeat & Sending Threats

Summer Walker has once again taken to Instagram to voice her frustrations regarding her ‘deadbeat’ baby daddy, London on da Track.

According to Summer Walker, he has threatened her and an unnamed man who is assisting Summer with caring for her child in his absence. She posted a series of Instagram Story postings about his threats as she further criticized his questionable fathering abilities.

In the first Story post, she stated, “London calling everyone around me cause he BLOCKED talking bout if you care about summer get that n****a away from her. So if anything happens to me it was him. Ghetto baby daddy from hell.”

Summer Walker and London On Da Track welcomed their baby girl, affectionately called ‘Bubbles’ back in March. Their relationship has been rocky since its start and it has been scattered with numerous splits. After slamming London in her last album and taking to Instagram in June to tell women to stay away from men like him, it seemed like there was no reconciling in the future for the couple.

She continued her rant via her IG Story adding, “I be minding my business & NEVER call him unless it’s about the wellbeing of my child. Smh crazy mf. & “that n***a” has been raising your child since 2 months cause you ain’t s**t & wouldn’t help me. You need to stop threatening people and tell him thank you, f***kin weirdo.”

Many are finding it tough to sympathize with him in this latest Instagram attack due to his past deeds. To add insult to injury, in her last post in the series, Summer further lashed out against London On Da Track, boldly stating that he can take back the car he had given her. She declared, “& come get this car, I don’t want nothing from you n this s**t ain’t even paid for. I like my cars paid OFF.”

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Being a mother is a big job, and the singer has seemingly found out that moms seldom get a break. She expressed this concern via a post and delete following her rant. She stated, “I can’t take a s**t or eat in peace without hearing hysterical screaming in the background or having food snatched off my plate before I can get to it but most “fathers” know nothing of these struggles lol (rolling eye emoji).”

The public image of London isn’t helping the rumor mill surrounding him. The producer has developed a reputation as a skirt-chaser and a deadbeat parent as a result of his previous public misdeeds and baby mama drama. To make matters worse, he was recently seen candle-shopping with Shenseea, a Jamaican dancehall musician and sensation. Fans have been questioning if they are just working together on music or if the pair are romantically involved.

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London On Da Track respond to Summer Walker

London On Da Track issued a response to Summer Walker saying she is lying about him threatening to people around her and not living up to his duties as a father.

His baby mamas, Erica Racine and Eboni have also backed up his story while calling out Summer Walker.

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Shenseea & London On Da Track Sparks Dating Rumors Spotted Shopping Together

Shenseea is again grappling with dating rumors following a video of her shopping with producer London On Da Track.

Over the weekend, a short clip emerged on social media showing the “Trending Gyal” singer and Summer Walker’s baby daddy shopping in a store at the mall. Shenseea has been spending a lot of time in the States recently as she’s putting in work on her album and performing at several shows, including her appearance at Kanye West’s Donda listening event in Chicago on Thursday night.

Fans and followers of Shenseea can acknowledge that the deejay has a habit of shopping whenever she is overseas. Usually, she is shopping with her co-manager Romeich or with Rvssian. This time it seems fans were taken aback to see her shopping with London On Da Track.

While the talent of London on da Track is hard to deny, many social media users have labeled him as an “industry dude” (or ladies man) and a “deadbeat dad,” after the mothers of his children, including singer Summer Walker, continue to call him out for not taking full responsibility for his kids.

“Summer gonna be mad as hell lmao,” one person commented on the video. Another added, “the fact that females are attracted to men who don’t take care of their responsibility.”

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Still, others are adamant that Shenseea would never date London given his ‘reputation’ when it comes to relationships. “Shenseea not dumb,” one person stated simply.

Sources close to the dancehall diva told Urban Islandz that she has been working on new music with London On Da Track. We’re told that he has a heavy hand in the production of her upcoming album.

In June, Shenseea shared pictures of a late-night studio session with London On Da Track on her Instagram story. The producer is also managed by Wassim “Sal” Slaiby, who is now managing Shenseea.

As the “Bad Habit” singer gears up to release her debut album, London on da Track may have contributed to the production of the project.

“Sis new music gonna have some [fire emoji] beats!” one person said.

London on da Track has played a critical role in the production of some of the hottest songs over the last decade. These include “No Stylist” by French Montana and Drake, “My Type” by Saweetie, “Die Young” by Roddy Rich “Positions” by Ariana Grande, and “Lifestyle” by Rich Gang featuring Rich Homie Quan and Young Thug.

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So it could only be a good thing if the producer had done some work on Shenseea’s upcoming album.

In addition, Shenseea seems to, unfortunately, be susceptible to these types of rumors in recent months. In early June, rumors propagated that the “Blessed” singer did not only have relations with Drake but was pregnant by him!

She later addressed the rumors labeling them as “foolish.” She further explained why she had been taking a break from social media and music.

She explained that she was still grappling with the loss of her mother, among other things that were pulling her into depression. Shenseea has since pulled herself out of it and has since finished her debut album.

In April of this year, Shenseea also addressed accusations that she and her manager Romeich Major are in a relationship. She made it clear that those accusations are false, and she considers him as a brother.

Shenseea recently released the first single from her album, “Run Run.” She then became the first Jamaican to perform at Rolling Loud Miami and was one of three dancehall artists who performed at Summer Jam 2021 in New York. Most recently, Shenseea was spotted at Kanye West’s third “Donda” listening event, and also her vocals could be heard on the album’s single, “Pure Soul,” with Roddy Ricch.

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J. Cole, Bas & 6lack – L E T . G O . M Y . H A N D Lyrics

[Chorus: J. Cole]
Soldier’s song, marching on, on
Hoping to see home
If I die before I
See your smile just one more time

[Verse: J. Cole]
Sometimes I question whether this shit matters
Puttin’ substance into something in a world so used to instant gratification
I found this instrumental on my phone while on vacation
Ib sent it a year ago or so
I probably heard it before, but slept on it, you know?
Shit don’t always connect as soon as you press play
At times you gotta step away, do some livin’
Let time provide a new prescription, givin’ truer vision
I dibble-dabble in a few religions
My homie constantly telling me ’bout Quran, puttin’ me on
I read a few pages and recognize the wisdom in it
But I ain’t got the discipline for stickin’ with it
Now I’m on the way to London, got a show for seven digits
I’m wonderin’ just when did I become my biggest critic?
I wanna be my biggest fan, like how I was when didn’t nobody know my jams
Today my son said, “Dad, let go my hand”
Reminded me one day he’s gonna be his own man
And my job is to make sure he’s equipped
I gotta make sure he not no bitch ’cause niggas bound to try him
If I said I was the toughest growin’ up, I would be lyin’
I had a fear of gettin’ punched while everybody eyein’
Add to that a constant fear of dyin’
By gunshot wound, the other violent type of endings
I kept a tough demeanor on the surface but was mostly just pretendin’
Luckily my bluff was workin’ way more often than not
But sometimes a nigga pulled my card, tryna expose me for a fraud

And with my reputation at stake
I was scufflin’ just to save face
Couple wins, couple losses, some broken up too quick to call it
My last scrap was with Puff Daddy, who would’ve thought it?
I bought that nigga album in seventh grade and played it so much
You would’ve thought my favorite rapper was Puff
Back then I ain’t know shit, now I know too much
Ignorance is bliss and innocence is just ignorance before it’s introduced to currency and clips
Or bad licks that have a nigga servin’ three to six, shit

[Chorus: J. Cole, Bas & 6LACK]
Soldier’s song, marching on, on
Hoping to see home
If I die before I
See your smile just one more time

[Bridge: Bas]
Soldier’s song
I could be one to lean on
Time will right the wrongs
Won’t be long
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
Something inside of me’s tryna crawl up to the surface
Something is suddenly smothering, stopping me
Stubbornly getting its way (Way), way (Way)
Drowning out the wave (Drowning out)
I’ve got a reason to believe that I’ll turn out just fine
Soldier’s song

[Outro: Diddy]
Lord, please guide our steps
Watch us, cover us
So that every move we make is in alignment with Your will
Your purpose
Please fill us with Your spirit
Keep us forever in the present
For presence makes the strongest fathers
Teach us how to lead
Show us how to love

​J. Cole, Bas & 6LACK – l e t . g o . m y . h a n d Lyrics

[Chorus: J. Cole]
Soldier’s song, marching on, on
Hoping to see home
If I die before I
See your smile just one more time

[Verse: J. Cole]
Sometimes I question whether this shit matters
Puttin’ substance into something in a world so used to instant gratification
I found this instrumental on my phone while on vacation
Ib sent it a year ago or so
I probably heard it before, but slept on it, you know?
Shit don’t always connect as soon as you press play
At times you gotta step away, do some livin’
Let time provide a new prescription, givin’ truer vision
I dibble-dabble in a few religions
My homie constantly telling me ’bout Quran, puttin’ me on
I read a few pages and recognize the wisdom in it
But I ain’t got the discipline for stickin’ with it
Now I’m on the way to London, got a show for seven digits
I’m wonderin’ just when did I become my biggest critic?
I wanna be my biggest fan, like how I was when didn’t nobody know my jams
Today my son said, “Dad, let go my hand”
Reminded me one day he’s gonna be his own man
And my job is to make sure he’s equipped
I gotta make sure he not no bitch ’cause niggas bound to try him
If I said I was the toughest growin’ up, I would be lyin’
I had a fear of gettin’ punched while everybody eyein’
Add to that a constant fear of dyin’
By gunshot wound, the other violent type of endings
I kept a tough demeanor on the surface but was mostly just pretendin’
Luckily my bluff was workin’ way more often than not
But sometimes a nigga pulled my card, tryna expose me for a fraud
And with my reputation at stake
I was scufflin’ just to save face
Couple wins, couple losses, some broken up too quick to call it
My last scrap was with Puff Daddy, who would’ve thought it?
I bought that nigga album in seventh grade and played it so much
You would’ve thought my favorite rapper was Puff
Back then I ain’t know shit, now I know too much
Ignorance is bliss and innocence is just ignorance before it’s introduced to currency and clips
Or bad licks that have a nigga servin’ three to six, shit

[Chorus: J. Cole, Bas & 6LACK]
Soldier’s song, marching on, on
Hoping to see home
If I die before I
See your smile just one more time

[Bridge: Bas]
Soldier’s song
I could be one to lean on
Time will right the wrongs
Won’t be long
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
Something inside of me’s tryna crawl up to the surface
Something is suddenly smothering, stopping me
Stubbornly getting its way (Way), way (Way)
Drowning out the wave (Drowning out)
I’ve got a reason to believe that I’ll turn out just fine
Soldier’s song

[Outro: Diddy]
Lord, please guide our steps
Watch us, cover us
So that every move we make is in alignment with Your will
Your purpose
Please fill us with Your spirit
Keep us forever in the present
For presence makes the strongest fathers
Teach us how to lead
Show us how to love

J. Cole – ​l e t . g o . m y . h a n d Lyrics

[Chorus: J. Cole]
Soldier’s song, marching on, on
Hoping to see home
If I die before I
See your smile just one more time

[Verse: J. Cole]
Sometimes I question whether this shit matters
Puttin’ substance into something in a world so used to instant gratification
I found this instrumental on my phone while on vacation
Ib sent it a year ago or so
I probably heard it before, but slept on it, you know?
Shit don’t always connect as soon as you press play
At times you gotta step away, do some livin’
Let time provide a new prescription, givin’ truer vision
I dibble-dabble in a few religions
My homie constantly telling me ’bout Quran, puttin’ me on
I read a few pages and recognize the wisdom in it
But I ain’t got the discipline for stickin’ with it
Now I’m on the way to London, got a show for seven digits
I’m wonderin’ just when did I become my biggest critic?
I wanna be my biggest fan, like how I was when didn’t nobody know my jams
Today my son said, “Dad, let go my hand”
Reminded me one day he’s gonna be his own man
And my job is to make sure he’s equipped
I gotta make sure he not no bitch ’cause niggas bound to try him
If I said I was the toughest growin’ up, I would be lyin’
I had a fear of gettin’ punched while everybody eyein’
Add to that a constant fear of dyin’
By gunshot wound, the other violent type of endings
I kept a tough demeanor on the surface but was mostly just pretendin’
Luckily my bluff was workin’ way more often than not
But sometimes a nigga pulled my card, tryna expose me for a fraud
And with my reputation at stake
I was scufflin’ just to save face
Couple wins, couple losses, some broken up too quick to call it
My last scrap was with Puff Daddy, who would’ve thought it?
I bought that nigga album in seventh grade and played it so much
You would’ve thought my favorite rapper was Puff
Back then I ain’t know shit, now I know too much
Ignorance is bliss and innocence is just ignorance before it’s introduced to currency and clips
Or bad licks that have a nigga servin’ three to six, shit

[Chorus: J. Cole, Bas & 6LACK]
Soldier’s song, marching on, on
Hoping to see home
If I die before I
See your smile just one more time

[Bridge: Bas]
Soldier’s song
I could be one to lean on
Time will right the wrongs
Won’t be long
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
Something inside of me’s tryna crawl up to the surface
Something is suddenly smothering, stopping me
Stubbornly getting its way (Way), way (Way)
Drowning out the wave (Drowning out)
I’ve got a reason to believe that I’ll turn out just fine
Soldier’s song

[Outro: Diddy]
Lord, please guide our steps
Watch us, cover us
So that every move we make is in alignment with Your will
Your purpose
Please fill us with Your spirit
Keep us forever in the present
For presence makes the strongest fathers
Teach us how to lead
Show us how to love

Bob Marley 40 Years After Death Personal Doctor Suspects Foul Play

Today (May 11th) marks 40 years since Bob Marley’s death, and to this day, his legacy still lives on in the hearts of his many fans across the globe. His impact was so great that, to date, he still has one of the best-selling albums of all time. His greatest hits compilation, Legend, which was released in 1984, has sold over 11 million copies in the U.S. and has spent nearly 300 weeks on the Billboard 200.

Bob Marley died of acral lentiginous melanoma on May 11, 1981, after being diagnosed in 1977. At the time of his death and for many years after, many fans believed that he was purposefully injected with cancer. It’s a theory that many fervent fans still believe. A recent interview that his personal physician, Dr. Carlton “Pee Wee” Fraser, had with Jamaica Observer may lend some credence to their theory.

He believes that Bob Marley may have been injected with the disease a little while after the assassination attempt at Hope Road. In fact, he added that he believed he is aware of the method of delivery. Most people believe that Marley’s woes started after a football injury but Dr Fraser believes differently. He believes that Marley’s troubles all started with the gift of a pair of sneakers.

“After the attempt to murder him at Hope Road when he was shot, Bob retreated to the hills. A few days later he was given a pair of sneakers. When he tried it on a needle went into his big toe and it was so hard to get it out. He then went on tour and when he was in London the toe got worse and it was said they would have to amputate the leg at the hip,” he said. When this was told to Bob Marley, he insisted that he speak with his own doctor. Dr. Fraser then began researching different techniques that would not require amputation.

“We were in New York because I was not licensed to work in the US and had to work through another doctor. After my presentation, they then suggested that it be amputated below the knee. I did not agree and so the decision was taken to remove the malignant area from the toe,” he explained. After that, the doctor sought out a specialist to verify that the procedure had been a success.

“Her exact words were: ‘Fantastic, you have a clear margin of five millimetres, and in some cases seven millimetres around the tumour, so there is no evidence of spread.’ So we had cured Bob as the cancer in his toe had not spread, and everything was fine,” Fraser recalled.

That’s just one of the reasons that he believes the reggae icon might have been deliberately infected. He shared another instance later in Marley’s life that he thinks led to his final diagnosis. He explained that after the procedure, Bob Marley went back on tour but began to have very strange maladies like nose bleeds and headaches. This was when he was told that cancer from his toe had spread throughout his body. He said he was in disbelief at this point because “we had done all the technical scans and X-rays to make sure there was no evidence of cancer in his toe. According to him, “they definitely know what they did.”

He believes the second instance of Marley being infected came during his tour to promote the Uprising album.

“The guy who handled the lighting for all Bob’s shows said during that tour he was not allowed to work on the lighting. He said for that whole time Bob complained about how hot the lights were and the fact that they burned his skin,” he revealed. Marley pressed on, probably driven by his ideals and his belief that he had a message to spread. That was until September 1980, when just before playing football in Central Park, he collapsed. After Fraser went To New York and various tests were conducted, Marley was told that he had two weeks to live.

That’s when Fraser suggested that the reggae star fly to West Germany to be part of some groundbreaking treatment from Dr. Josef Issels. Fraser discovered Dr. Issels after he saw a newspaper advertisement about his innovative ways of treating cancer. He made contact, and the German physician agreed to take Marley on as a patient, where he stayed for seven months. Things looked good from that point, for a little while. Fraser admitted he was hopeful as Marley seemed on the road to recovery.

“Within weeks of Dr Issels’ treatment Bob was showing signs of recovery. Through the electromagnetic machines the size of the tumours in his brain and lungs were reducing. Bob was improving, his body was responding fantastic to it,” he said.

Fraser explained that before the treatment, the “Three Little Birds” singer could hardly walk but while in Germany, he was doing so well that he wanted to get up and play football. “When we were going up the stairs at first I would go up two steps and then wait for Bob to catch up. Within three weeks he was running up the steps. The nosebleeds and headaches had stopped,” he added.

As time passed, an open laparotomy showed that the tumor was now just a lining in his stomach walls. To Fraser, this meant that the therapy was reversing his cancer. He believed that he was definitely on the road to recovery. This is one of the reasons why he was so surprised to learn that Marley was going home. He wanted him to stay longer until the tumor had completely shrunk. He added, though, that he was not privy to the final meetings with Dr. Issels. It’s a decision that he still grapples with.

“I would not have made him leave Germany until there was no more evidence of cancer, which was definitely disappearing. I would say another month or so of the treatment would have done it as all the complex symptomology associated with the tumours had disappeared. I wanted him to stay there longer so that you would have to use a microscope to find even the scar tissue,” Fraser said.

Just before Marley’s death, Fraser left West Germany for London to deal with some issues there. Following his departure just seven days later, the jarring news came to him that Marley had died while en route to Jamaica at Cedars of Lebanon Hospital in Miami, Florida.

“I was dismantled. The news hit me hard. I was in London dealing with Twelve Tribes [of Israel] matters and a brother came and told me Bob had died. How is that? He was doing so well in Germany. Even if he was to die, it should not been so quickly. It was crazy. I could not believe,” Fraser shared with the Jamaica Observer.

The two had become close friends after meeting in 1975. Fraser is a past student of Wolmer’s Boys’ School and studied at Howard University in Washington DC. He met Marley after he joined the Twelve Tribes of Israel and became the organization’s doctor.

He would return to Jamaica to attend Marley’s funeral on May 21, 1981, at the National Arena in St Andrew. He would join over 30,000 people as they mourned the son of the soil who spread a message of peace and love while flying the Jamaican and Rastafarian colors high.

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Eric Church – Hippie Radio Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My daddy had a Pontiac on the beige-er side of yellow
He was a young man then and I was a little fella
I’d play in that bench back seat and listen to the songs get sung
He couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket but he’d sing at the top of his lungs

[Chorus 1]
“Carry On My Wayward Son” on the hippie radio
Songs about the flower babies and the birth of rock and roll
And I was the band, and I would stand and we’d bounce down the road
A boy and his dad in a Pontiac and a hippie radio

[Verse 2]
Can’t’ remember if it was seventeen, maybe eighteen is right
But I’ll never forget those baby blues in the glow of that dashboard light
I’d won her heart the week before and it was hot right from the start
I busted her brother Billy’s mouth for makin’ fun of my car

[Chorus 2]

It was “White Wedding” and “Rebel Yell” on the hippie radio
I was a “Werewolf in London,” and she was “Lady Marmalade”‘s soul
And I’d crank the band, take her hand and we’d pull off back a road
A boy and his girl in a Pontiac, and a hippie radio

[Verse 3]
Four years and seven days from tying cans to the bumper
I was pacing a maternity floor, my flower baby was a mother
My hands were shaking as we were leaving, taking our boy home
My heart was full and in my head I could hear a long, long song

[Chorus 3]
Cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon on the hippie radio
A-B-C, 1-2-3, don’t blink or he’ll be gone
And I took her hand and she just smiled with a look that said, “I know”
A boy and his dad and a boy and his girl and a Pontiac
And a hippie radio

Rod Stewart – Born Loose Lyrics

Oowe, baby don’t you count on me
To be here when the sun goes down
‘Cause all those mean old friends of mine are calling
Calling way down the line

Somebody send me a one way ticket
Got to get away from here
Put me on a jet back to London city
Gotta get a belly full of beer, oh yeah

Smile for the camera, please mind your manner
You’ve got to keep your image clean
Clench your fist and don’t you take the piss
Makes you wanna slash your wrist

Stand up, shut up, sit down, throw up
All I wanna do is sing
Responsibility and fidelity
Never meant a thing to me

I was born loose
Running wild
Keep your hands off child
Can’t change me now

I was born loose
Running wild
Keep your hands off me baby
‘Cause you’re too late, too late

Big bombs are crashin’
Never stop clashin’
Wanting every woman in town

Some tried to train me
One tried to maim me
But you can’t keep a good man down

Church bells ringin’, all the kids singin’
When we played the last date on the tour
Janis and Jimi, can’t you hear me
Knockin’ on heaven’s door

Born loose
Was born loose, baby
Slow me down
You can’t slow me down

I was born loose
Born loose, born loose
Wrong side of my mama
Wrong side of my daddy
Wrong side of the tracks

I was born loose, baby
Born loose
Can’t change me now
Can’t change me now

‘Cause you’re too late now
Too late now
Too late now, baby
Too late now

C’mon to change me now
Never change me now
Born loose, born loose

Young Stoner Life, Young Thug & Gunna – Solid Lyrics

[Chorus: Drake]
Ayy, slip, slide, tryna provide for me, for me (Woo), for me
Find me somewhere out in London, you know that’s the hideaway
I need some head and some moral support from you right away
Since I been makin’ donations to you like United Way (You know how I do)
Stories you told me ’bout him, I can see that it’s night and day (He told me the truth)
Walkin’ from here to my bedroom, it feel like it’s miles away (It’s too many rooms)

[Post-Chorus: Gunna]
And I’m still hard body, I don’t fear nobody
Phantom whips, I’m ridin’, all my friendships solid
I get big deposits, all my whips exotic

[Verse 1: Drake]
Revin’ the engine, woah
City dependin’, I gotta finish it
I want opinions, yeah, she want a demon, yeah
She want a ring or some sort of arrangement, yeah
Something’s that’s dangerous
I wanna change it, I wanna claim it, yeah
I want it painted, yeah
She quick to say, “No” ’cause she know she a diamond, yeah
She gettin’ quiet, she on a diet, she want a massage, yeah
Tryna get intimate, bank account never diminishin’, yeah
Niggas are changing they images, yeah
Niggas act hard but they innocent
Hop in a tank and move militant, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Drake]
Find me somewhere out in London, you know that’s the hideaway
I need some head and some moral support from you right away
Since I been makin’ donations to you like United Way (You know how I do)
Stories you told me ’bout him, I can see that it’s night and day (He told me the truth)
Walkin’ from here to my bedroom, it feel like it’s miles away (It’s too many rooms)

[Post-Chorus: Gunna]
And I’m still hard body, I don’t fear nobody
Phantom whips, I’m ridin’, all my friendships solid
I get big deposits, all my whips exotic

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Trunk on the engine
I’m on a mission, the Bronco two-fifty, I’m matchin’ the vision
I got ’em excited, know it’s been a lil’ minute
I left her delighted, man, I love all the Chrome Hearts
These suckers despise it
The touch is the Midas
She said, “Fuck me and cum,” I just do it like Loverboy Nike
Ordered the jet just for you and your friends
I chauffeur you ’round in that big body Benz
Got a lil’ bitch that came up from nothing
We shoppin’ in London and doin’ it big
Been in private but we out in public, I know we the topic for you and your kids
Life monopoly, goin’ broke, not an option
If they could’ve stopped it, they would’ve been did
They would’ve been did, she could be the wig
Don’t play with my head, you test my emotions
Don’t be textin’ my phone every day, I’ma leave it on read
I’m diggin’ and strokin’
My new bitch pussy wet like a ocean, I need a new spread
The solid one chosen
Young Gun’ Wunna stay focused, I can’t let ’em put me on edge

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
No, they can’t put me on edge
I just bust down my wrist and it’s rose gold and it’s ahead
I just put pointers on fifties
I just counted ten million, all cash, and got head from the feds
Woo, yeah, I just told ’em if he play then we stoppin’ the growth of they dreads (Stoppin’)
I just had talk with the peppermint, post it, I’m never gon’ drop ’em this year (Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
Feel the panoramic doors, we got fours and deuces, toast
I’m the big dog of my coast (Woah)
Micro, minis with the scopes (Uh)
Ain’t tellin’ this bitch my goals (My goals)
Had to live in that, the Metro (Metro)
I’ma peep, but a player not poor (Yeah)
I been thinkin’ ’bout selling my soul (Woo)
Take me out the country and drop me in apartments, she won’t see me cry
I just put macaroni cheese in my pocket, it came with the sides
I just put twenty mill’ inside a escrow, I don’t give a fuck ’bout your life
You had a bust’, but that shit was too little, I promise you never was hot

London On Da Track Gifted Summer Walker Rare Tesla Model X For Her Birthday

“Beep, Beep! Is that our bestie in a tessie?” London On Da Track has gifted his girlfriend, singer Summer Walker a Tesla Model X, making her recent birthday an “unforgettable” one.

In a video posted on social media, the 25-year-old “Girls Need Love” singer is surrounded by family and friends who cheer as she embraces London On Da Track before sitting in her brand-new vehicle. The Tesla is being noted as one of a kind, and in her onlooker’s word, “They don’t even know. This ain’t no regular Tesla right here. Aye this the mother****ing Ludicrous one. This ain’t the regular s**t.”

The video was captioned, “This was literally the best birthday I’ve ever had. I don’t even celebrate my birthday lol this man had to drag me out the house. Told me we were going to a simple dinner but I end up getting surprised by all my closest friends and fam.”

Summer Walker had made known in the past that she is an introvert, so something this grand is definitely out of her depth. However, she was moved to tears by the experience in the video clip. It seems we must also commend London for paying keen interest to the things that Summer likes, such as vegan food and trap music.

“Everything was so beautiful & thoughtful from the décor, the flower cake, all the vegan food, the gifts, the trap music, the celeb birthday vids lol everything was just so perfect. Thank you so much @landonondatrack I’ll never forget this birthday,” she expressed.

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Summer Walker and the 30-year-old Atlanta producer first started dating in 2019. Walker gained popularity in the music industry that year when she released her debut studio album “Over It,” produced by London On Da Track. The couple has been on and off since, with their fair share of ups and downs.

The couple welcomed their first child together late last month after Summer Walkers’ pregnancy announcement on Instagram back in November.

Although the producer was already the father to two children from previous relationships, this didn’t stop him from enjoying the special moment of welcoming his new baby girl as if it was his first.

He wrote, “From the first time I held you in my arms I knew you were special.” I’m overwhelmed wit Joy I Can’t even [cap]. This Allah’s best birthday gift to me… priceless moments u can value forever….. @summerwalker this gift I can cherish [for life].”

The “Playing Games” singer, despite their issues, has always been spoiled by London. She has been given a bevy of gifts a number of times by the producer, one of the most memorable being a huge teddy bear and flowers during a surprise visit on stage as she performed in 2019. That was following a lovers spat, and his grand gesture did indeed win back her heart.

Now, the couple and new parents seem head over heels for each other as they continue to love one another loudly and proudly. Happy birthday, Summer Walker!

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Snowgoons – The Real And The Raw Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
It’s clear to me these dudes ain’t breathing the same air as me
Apparently my clarity is bringing fans near to me
Show to show severity, don’t you know it’s wearing me
But I keep grinding on my hopes inherently
Coldest flow in Seven Seas, wrote this soul of seventies
Go for broke, I’m bending knees
Hold the hope of friends in need
The hardest working inserting no burden
Will burden the verdict, diverted the vermin and murdered the circuit
Biting emcees talk a lot of shit
Bottle split, hollow tips, model chicks love to swallow dick
Me? I don’t bother with, barely acknowledge it
Only thing I ever bit? My bottom lip

[Chorus]

[Scratching]

[Verse 2:]
Literally I am the epitome homes
Acclaimed critically downloaded digitally
Known from London to Italy
I slaughter these lamb ass niggas lyrically hypothetically realistically
The trees glistening, the cocaine crystally
And I am viciously controlling Boston officially
They say you Jaysaun? I am I am
Two truths: I don’t take the stand, to bare love’s hand
I’m no rat and I don’t wear no wires
I rain fire, bitch niggas gotta call me sire
You okay with them punchlines
But I would devour your whole career in a lunch line at crunchtime

You just nibble on your rappers, I munch mine
You chew em too long, I eat a bunch at one time
I’m Walter Payton Ricky Williams combined
Blowing weed at the NFL come by to unwind
You the type to be unsigned with hype
For so long you could’ve blown but never really quite
Doing it ten years and that shit ain’t right
So I’m cutting off the light, goodnight, it’s all over

[Verse 3:]
It’s an automatic slaughter, caught em walking, talking louder
Nah I caught em, pop n’ locked and rocked the noggin out of order, listen
Been dope since the thin rope tied my tummy
Write music for my fans not the pride money
Building the career until the ceiling interfere
I breathe out knowledge, put the healing in the air
Appealing with the snare [?], noticed internationally
Dealing with the fear, haters focusing on passing me
Talk a lot of this and that, acting like their pistol claps
Acting like aristocrats, fact is that they’re missing facts
I pen my soul, they spend their dough
My flow’s frozen like ten below
The best in the game, best invest in the name
Yes I’m destined for fame, rest get left in the rain
Best believe the hype, I’ll lead riots till the hopeless can see the light

[Chorus]

Mud Sun – Mine The Gap Lyrics

Check the lyrical adventure as I’m travel writing with a sense of rhythm
I’m as sensitive as vikings when inviting heads to listen
To this abstract expressionist rap
Like Jackson Pollock
When he spreads the pigment
This is Baba Brinkman on the Underground in London, England
Surrounded by the sound of competition causing constant friction
A lot of guys probably tryin’ to strive for the top positions in their offices
And on this ride their eyes are mono vision
Crawling on the bodies of the hottest vixens probably thinkin’
“Ima get my knob licked by all these women, once I’ve got the auspicious job description
Plus the cars and riches for the proper proposition”
And I’m thinking all these bankers and doctors and lawyers in training
Probably have a whole lot to offer you gorgeous
And without the enormous wallet and other resources
All I can offer is locked in my cortex
Like the knowledge that the starving artist can rock your entire corpus
Like wild horses that never let you settle for a child’s portion
But I ain’t sittin’ on the train stunned like James Blunt
So I get off at the next stop to go try to record this

Please mine the gap
Please mine the gap

Please don’t disturb this man when he’s trying to rap

Please stand clear of the closing doors

The closing doors determine my chosen course
When I infiltrate the city like a Trojan horse

The next stop is Marble Arch
Please mine the gap
Please mine the gap
Please stand clear of the closing doors

On this public transit labyrinth in London
I’m standing on the subway crammed in
With a bunch of other with a bunch of other average companions
Then someone Islamic steps onto the carriage
Clutching a lumpy package and everybody panics
So we gotta stop the train and wait for the cops to come
And confiscate his Double Club Sandwich
I got my iPod on watching bumping Cut Chemist
As they let him off with a warning
And now he’s got a suspended sentence
And it’s obvious to everybody now that he’s innocent
Like 99% of his religious and ethnic brethren
But that never prevented these British citizens from letting their suspicions
Get the better of their stiff upper lips

And forgetting the principles of liberty and justice just this once
To protect the parents of their kids
And now I just missed my connection
And I was on my way to meet up with this lady
So that I could try to get some
Feminine affection
But instead, I’m directionless
Like the rest of my generation
So instead of wasting my free time chasing a feline
I spend the day at a demonstration at the train station
Waving a Peace sign

Please mine the gap
Please mine the gap

Please don’t disturb this man when he’s trying to rap

Please stand clear of the closing doors

The closing doors determine my chosen course
When I infiltrate the city like a Trojan horse

Please mine the gap
Please mine the gap
Please stand clear of the closing doors

Underfoot, underground cultures cross fertilize
I stand under a dirty sign and watch bodies hurtle by
Behind glass etched with the tags of graf artists
Who see the works work the circuit of the circle line
Bags are snatched
Other bags hang under worker’s eyes
Bags full of blues, coffee and overtime
We stare at each others shoes
‘Cause shoes designate a certain pride
We’ve all bought the merchandise
And when the train stops at Totteridge & Whetstone
We all look up and watch a nervous guy get off his bench
And get in line and step in
Let’s call him Kevin
Blushing at the couple showing signs of affection
Kevin sits and tries to hide his erection
Behind a paperback entitled “Pride and Perfection”
Hunched spine like a question, he wants to chat
But people are unreachable across the gap
The gap between the seats which allows passengers to read
The Metro without touching knees with the next bloke
The gap between the dweeb with their legs closed
And the pin striped white collar fiending to get coke
Up in the gap between the office and the strip club
Hopin’ it ends in a cocktail and a dick rub
It’s the gap between a man that enters with a pimp strut
And the lady reading “Heat” that wants a nip and tuck
All citizens of the world just different hair-dos
Step across the gap bruv
I dare you
Credits

Lil’ Krystalll – +44 Lyrics

[Текст песни «+44»]

[Интро]
— Почему-то в среду вечером все спят
— Угу-угу, а как у тя дела?
— У меня дела отлично, а ты в Лондоне?
— Почему голос грустный?
— Мне грустно, потому что ты не отвечаешь на мой вопрос

[Припев]
Сука хочет любви, отношений, таким я не верю (Вот)
Парень с талантом и это прекрасно, Россия стала гаремом (Вот)
Потерял интерес в женском комфорте, когда открыл силу денег (Вот)
Когда мне плохо, знаю, что меня братан согреет
Я в— Я в— Я в маске снаружи, бро, выходи мне на встречу (Вот)
Новый вагон, новый подгон — ношу только новые вещи (Вот)
Эти колёса не стоят так много, эти колёса на вечер (Вот)
Я и ты, мы оттуда, где правит бедность

[Куплет]
Не ношу дерьма в трусах, статья растёт по граммам
Бро был в СИЗО, смотрел ТВ, он не пойдёт обратно
Да, я замешан, да, я в центре, не могу соврать вам
Моя кровь как яд, мой cup как кровь — это железные факты
Сто тысяч лиц, шея вся в ледышках, ты всё также бедный
Мы с самой грязи, London city показал, где деньги
Забавно видеть, как толпа хочет ворваться в небо
Мой бро купил крипту на high, теперь он ждёт свой Lambo
Эй, broski, я там был в семнадцатом, сгорели бабки
Потом Dark Web нас стал кормить, мы стали делать пачки
Ш-ш-ш, что? Сплетни оставлю пташкам
Я люблю цифры девять-пять, за свои Air Max'ы (Алло)
(Слушай) So fly, как медик, shank в штанах порезал ноги (Е)
Прыгнул на glide, собрал очки без Insta Story
На-на Opel, словно Uber Driver ездит кореш
Broski, он в маске за рулём, мы dodge’им COVID
[Припев]
Сука хочет любви, отношений, таким я не верю (Вот)
Парень с талантом и это прекрасно, Россия стала гаремом (Вот)
Потерял интерес в женском комфорте, когда открыл силу денег (Вот)

Когда мне плохо, знаю, что меня братан согреет
Я в— Я в— Я в маске снаружи, бро, выходи мне на встречу (Вот)
Новый вагон, новый подгон — ношу только новые вещи (Вот)
Эти колёса не стоят так много, эти колёса на вечер (Вот)
Я и ты, мы оттуда, где правит бедность

[Аутро]
— Ясно всё с тобой

Aj Tracey – Anxious Lyrics

[Intro]
Let's go, yeah

[Chorus]
If you get my number, then don't hit me on no dumb shit
We on demon time, my little hitters make the pump click
I been anxious lately, let me hit two on my blunt quick
I leave Novikov and all these yatties wanna come with

[Post-Chorus]
I run this London town, got smoke, we double down
And we ain't runnin' into trouble, we bring trouble 'round
I smash the radio, my ragers underground
I keep my shooters cool and hold my mother down

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I just heard Drake spit this flow like yesterday, it's crazy (Drizzy)
Taxman on my back, he see my figures gettin' hazy
When I go Selfridges the gyaldem treat me, I'm Swayze
I walk in, tape my off shore, AP rosé goin' brazy (Bling, bow)
My drink is super strong, I'm blessed, I can't be wrong (I can't)
And now my niggas rap, I'm learning all their songs (That's true)
We got glizzy close, you think I'm lyin' too (I'm not)
When I'm outside, approach, my broski flying too
AJ Tracey's such a dickhead, all he do is boast (Why's that?)
He been getting drunk like everyday, he raise a toast (Facts)
I just wanted selfies, but I couldn't get in close (Why?)
When his niggas pull up, I swear them boys do the most
[Chorus]
If you get my number, then don't hit me on no dumb shit
We on demon time, my little hitters make the pump click
I been anxious lately, let me hit two on my blunt quick
I leave Novikov and all these yatties wanna come with

[Post-Chorus]
I run this London town, got smoke, we double down
And we ain't runnin' into trouble, we bring trouble 'round
I smash the radio, my ragers underground
I keep my shooters cool and hold my mother down

[Verse 2]
The way I flex is different, I got so much confidence
I shot 1942 and f*ck the consequence (Woo)
When I reach levels that I want, they'll build me monuments
And don't ask me what licks I hit, 'cause there's no documents
This Balenciaga all over my cotton knit ('Lenci)
I don't panic, when we hit the club we got the stick (We got it)
Five top tens ago my people asked me "Where's the hit?"
Now every quarter I drop songs that could've won a BRIT
I smell like oud, babe, you know this one's Saudi
I'm in 1OAK gangin', locals know I'm clouty (Yeah)
I'm recession proof, I'll run it up, so please don't doubt me
Rolex said they're getting new gems set in, so they'll shout me
[Chorus]
If you get my number, then don't hit me on no dumb shit
We on demon time, my little hitters make the pump click
I been anxious lately, let me hit two on my blunt quick
I leave Novikov and all these yatties wanna come with

[Post-Chorus]
I run this London town, got smoke, we double down
And we ain't runnin' into trouble, we bring trouble 'round
I smash the radio, my ragers underground
I keep my shooters cool and hold my mother down

Heinz Rudolf Kunze – Lola Lyrics

Ich traf sie in 'nem Imbiß in Dortmund-Nord
Es roch stark nach Schaschlik und 'n bißchen nach Abort
Und sie hieß Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Ich sagte: Darf ich bitten oder woll'n wir erst tanzen?
Sie wurde rot und rührte wie ertappte Emanzen
In ihrer Cola
C.O.L.A. Cola lalalala Lola

Nun seh ich nicht grad aus wie Arnold Mitteregger –
Ich führe, sagte sie, das klang wie Alfred Dregger
Meine Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Ich bin ja ziemlich blöd, aber so blöd bin ich nicht:
Sie hatte Haare auf den Zähnen und auch mitten im Gesicht
Oh meine Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Lalalala Lola

Wir tranken und kamen uns langsam abhanden
An der Neonröhre hingen vergammelte Girlanden
Wenn ich umfiel, baute sie mich immer wieder auf
Bis sie sagte: So, mein Sohn, jetzt gehn wir zu mir rauf!
Wenn ich voll bin, bin ich kein Fall für Carmen
Doch sie nahm mich untern Arm, sie kannte kein Erbarmen
Meine Lola lalalala Lola lalalala Lola

Lola lalalala Lola lalalala Lola
Ich schrie: Laß mich gehn!
Sie wollte nicht verstehn
Sie sagte: Nicht mit mir!
Ich sagte: Gut dann eben nicht
Und bestellte noch Bier
Ist das nun Liebe oder ist das nur ein schwacher Trost?
Ich sage immer was ich denke und ich sagte: Prost
Auf dein Spezielles, Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Girls heißen Alf und Boys heißen George
Nicht nur in London sondern jetzt auch schon in Dortmund-Nord
Und er hieß Lola
Lalalala Lola

Ich war gerade erst zuhause ausgezogen
Ich hatte noch niemals meine Mami belogen
Lola lächelte nur und faßte mich an
Und sagte: Ich bin es längst – heut wirst auch du ein Mann!

Ich werd gern zur Brust genommen, also bin ich wohl einer
Ganz sicher bin ich nicht, doch das ist ja heute keiner
Höchstens Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola lalalala Lola
Lola (laß gut sein Günter
Ich muß noch fahrn) lalalala Lola
Lalalala Lola

Rich The Kid, Flo Milli & Mulatto – Nasty Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
She get nasty (Buddah Bless this beat)
Nasty

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
She like to twerk it in the mirror (In the mirror)
That ass too fat, ain’t no more FaceTime, need it clearer (Need it clearer)
And when she sad, give her the dick and she gon’ cheer up (She gon’ cheer up)
She get done sucking, fell asleep, think it’s the syrup (It’s the syrup)
With no hands (With no hands)
Hop up on the dick, she like to dance (She like to dance)
Make it nasty ’cause she know I got the bands (I got the bands)
Know she frеaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Pussy too good, had to take that bitch to Francе

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Mulatto]
She gon’ do it with no hands (With no hands)
She gon’ hop right on the dick and do a dance (Do a dance)
Lil’ bitch so freaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Drop the pussy on me like a bomb, Taliban (Please don’t play, uh)
Hit it from the back and then she suck it, make it nasty
She so nasty, girl, you nasty
Put it in her mouth and she ain’t gotta ask me (Big Latto)
Girl, you nasty, you know you nasty

[Verse 2: Mulatto]
Double-hand hand twist the pipe but I ain’t even plumbing
He like ’em nasty-nasty, bitch, I’m Mrs. Put That Thumb In
He pull on my tracks like London, throw that shit back, got him running
Demon time, I give him hell, sound like an angel when I’m on it
Swallow that dick, don’t spit up
I’ma leave a lil’ puddle when I get up (Ooh)
Tryna feel it in my stomach, no sit-up
Call when you want and you know I’ma pick up
From the back just like that with the chin up, yeah
He got both legs pinned up
Start from the car to the bed to the floor
It ain’t no telling just where we might end up (Latto)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Flo Milli]
She gon’ do it with no hands
She gon’ hop right on the dick and do a dance (Do a dance)
Lil’ bitch so freaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Drop the pussy on me like a bomb, Taliban (Please don’t play, uh)
Hit it from the back and then she suck it, make it nasty
She so nasty, girl, you nasty
Put it in her mouth and she ain’t gotta ask me (Ooh, haha)
Girl, you nasty, you know you nasty (Flo Milli shit)

[Verse 3: Flo Milli & Rubi Rose]
Shake my ass all on his dick ’cause I can tell he like to touch it
Can’t have no strings attached, nigga, do I look like your puppet?
He in love just off of fucking, two minutes in and now he busting (Ha)
Confusing me with bitches, goofy nigga, ain’t no cuffing
He was bragging on his dick, my pussy whip that nigga bluffing
Don’t be reaching for my hand, you ain’t my man when we in public (Ew)
Make him slip all on this pussy, watch him lick it ’til he hiccup (Yup)
Kick him out my house, don’t call me twice if I don’t pick up (Yeah, uh, yeah)

[Verse 4: Rubi Rose]
I drop this bomb on the dick (It’s a bomb, yeah)
The way I bust it, know he think I tote a stick (Uh, you know I’m nasty)
I make it nasty, I spell Rubi while I lick (Uh)
Boy, this a movie, have you ever made a flick? (Three, two, one, play)
When you say action (Action), I start acting (Actin’ up)
Cut, rewind, see I ride it backwards
But ain’t no passion (Nah) ’cause nigga, I could never love you (Ever)
Fuck you like your daddy then send you back to your mama

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
She gon’ do it with no hands (With no hands)
She gon’ hop right on the dick and do a dance (Do a dance)
Lil’ bitch so freaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Drop the pussy on me like a bomb, Taliban (Please don’t play, uh)
Hit it from the back and then she suck it, make it nasty
She so nasty, girl, you nasty
Put it in her mouth and she ain’t gotta ask me
Girl, you nasty, you know you nasty

Defari – Bomb Tree Lyrics

* [Chorus: Defari]
Roll it, light it, smoke it, choke it, toke it
See if you can hold it, this bomb tree
Trick it, stack it, pack it, bong rips
See if you can handle all of it, this bomb tree
Roll it , light it, smoke it, choke it, toke it
See if you can hold it, this bomb tree
Trick it, stack it, pack it, bong rips,
See if you can handle all of it, this bomb

(Defari)
My minds trippin’, I’m flying like the Jetsons
I got greener trees than the vegetable section
Though I’m blown on high, I’m concentrating on this realness
Society’s playin’ with these devils and illness, God
Hear me when I beg for forgiveness
All the black and tans I’ve had, all the forty’s and Guinness
All the sacks and the bags I’ve rolled full of indo
Hot box in the low with the rolled up windows
Ninety-eight degrees outside, ash the roach, put the AC on sixty-five and drive
These Los Angeles streets I ride
Peep a cold ass nigga with the bloodshot eyes, Defari, yeah
That name ring a bell
and that kush those dudes smoked got that bomb ass smell
Palm trees ain’t the only greenery in California
In fact, the most common tree is what we call doja

[Chorus] – repeat 2X

Now I’ve been all around the world for the bomb ass tree
Canada, Amsterdam, Christine to Italy, the Bay and Honolulu
I even got thai weed in London that look like doodoo

Imagine blunts longer than a Hennessy fifth
Northern lights, purple kush with a mushroom mix
Add my rockin’ hash to your little blunt of tricks
Now what do we have? A motherf*ckin blunt that hits
That’s the shit, stop playin’, add a sack to this
But put it back in your pocket if you got seeds and sticks
You dig? I’m only firing up fire weed
Make a stress smoker really admire me

[Chorus] – repeat 2X

I’m from that Cheech and Chong scene
I got that mean Joe Green
I’ll burn trees until I’m one hundred and thirteen (damn)
And maybe then I’ll stop, Not!
I’ll be a great grandpops with the finest of stock
Cannabis cup, we party, can’t handle this stuff
Damage your lungs, what! Pack another one
I got fresh water for the bong, that’s six feet long
Exercise before I rip it cuz this weed is strong
A Jay of white widow sprinkled with some hash in the middle
Make a nigga hella happy, like when he was little
Bout to grub except now we burn pounds and dubs
I’d like to take time out to thank those who gave love
On the sack, the rest of y’all niggas is wack
Tried to serve a nigga shake at the end of your bag
Zig zag, take a slow drag
And if you just started smoking tree you wouldn’t know that

[Chorus] – repeat 2X

Summer Walker Advice How To Fix Broken Men, Says They Need Therapy Not Wives

Being pregnant is perhaps giving Summer Walker some new perspective on men she dates.

The past few months have not been easy for the singer as she has been on-and-off with her baby daddy, London on da Track. The pair’s relationship has been plagued by rumors of domestic abuse in the past, as well as cheating by London, who appears to have a host of baby mamas who does not have positive things to say about the music producer. This seems to have given Summer Walker much to think about as she posted some psychological insight on her Insta.

“These broken men don’t need a gf or wife to hold them down. They need father figures, rehab, AA, & a therapist,” she wrote. “Wish I understood this in high school & college I prolly would’ve stayed a virgin all the way till I was in my 20’s.” It is a bit late for the 24-year-old to do all that, but perhaps it’ll help her have healthier relationships in the future.

London has hinted that he is missing the “Let It Go” singer. Last week he posted a photo of himself on his private jet with the caption, “Riding solo home”. A fan commented, “If you miss summer just say that,” and London pinned the remark to the top of the comment section. Hopefully, this means he will be more involved in the life of his future child, as his track record is not great, according to his other baby mamas.

Not one, but two, of the women with whom London On Da Track shares kids have accused the 29-year-old of being neglectful. One took to social media this week, alleging that London did not see his daughter, Paris, throughout the entirety of 2020 and that he had lackluster Christmas gifts delivered 10 days after the holiday.

Skinnyman – Not Bonnie And Clyde Lyrics

Verse One
(Skinnyman)
She was rocking Gucci sandals, he was rocking Prada sports
I suppose nowadays it takes all sorts
Everyone’s a baller never been on a ball court
Mind you don’t fall short, listen to the whole report
They’d be out kiting, clipping and shop lifting
Or running around town on the underground dipping pockets
Anything so they could make that profit
They had both been to jail it didn’t make them stop it
It made them more wise for their crime enterprise
They join both sides so they could move on the rise
Cos now they got it lockеd, thumbs in all kinda pies
Aiming straight for the prize
Likе the limit was the sky
They never taking cut backs and never compromise
They’ll talk to the bosses but not the small frys
They’d be like don’t take us for no Bonnie and Clyde
This is a whole new millennium, a whole new ride

Chorus
(Skinnyman)
X2
From brock to flossing don’t really happen often
Most yutes will end up in jail or in a coffin
What would it really take to get it poppin
Is it hustling, teefing, robbing or shottin?

Verse Two
(Skinnyman)
She was raised by her four brothers
And a dad that didn’t love her cos he wouldn’t stop pushing his hands under the cover
She’d search in her heart for the love of her mother
When she searched through the cupboards she was soon to discover
A gun that would soon replace the love for her mum
It put a bullet in her dad so she could get up and run away
To those streets only seen as prey
But now she’s all grown up and she don’t play
She stands in Kings Cross shottin rocks all day
With a brudda who she sometimes feel is gay

He said nah I love to f*ck nuff yattis in bed
But I don’t f*ck with relationships they f*ck with your head
She just laughed and said hold it down blood nuff said
Lets both go out on road so we can make mad bread
And link the team
So we can make mad cream
And enjoy the dream
And start flossin, nah wha I mean

Chorus
(Skinnyman)
X2
From brock to flossing don’t really happen often
Most yutes will end up in jail or in a coffin
What would it really take to get it poppin
Is it hustling, teefing, robbing or shottin?

Verse Three
(Skinnyman)
Plan on living forever ming(?)
Going out to n-yam up every ting
Saying we can both grow old and forever bling
Enjoying life for the finer things
Like the house, the cars, the diamond rings
And all them tings in store and more
That’s for sure
With nothing less than champagne for us to pour
Security surveillance, we got dogs at the door
You might hold a two two, I might hold a four four
We’ll hold down a nice lickle house in the country
With an off road jeep and a cupboard full of skunk trees
A summer house by the beach
And every now and then go and check for our London peeps
To reflect back to the start of this paper chase
And give back to the yutes on the council estates
Show them how to turn their life around and live great
Cos that’s how we started in the first place

Chorus
(Skinnyman)
X2
From brock to flossing don’t really happen often
Most yutes will end up in jail or in a coffin
What would it really take to get it poppin
Is it hustling, teefing, robbing or shottin?

Bankruptcy plea: Relief for Vijay Mallya

Indebted businessman Vijay Mallya has avoided being made bankrupt in the London high court after a judge adjourned the bankruptcy petition the Indian banks brought against him, slamming it as “by any measure extraordinary”. Chief Insolvency and Companies Court judge Briggs adjourned the petition for “at least six months”, saying Mallya should be given time to pay the debts in full.

ALL EYEZ ON ME Lyrics and Video Song – Jazzy B, Roach Killa

All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Well you don’t know

All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Jazzy B!
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Roach Killa money production
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Dass kehda chakku saddi haziri ch akh

Chadd chaache deyan moddeyan
Te vekheya si mela
Ohde pichhe baneyaa main Manak da chela
Honsla si young poora ditta kam chak oye
Hollywood tak poori rakhi pak dhak oye
Kinne hero labhe mainu kujh vi ni yaad
Saadida ni zindagi ch layida swaad

Rounda poore sunu kivein damru di thaap
Charche ch rehnde poore chakki di ni att
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Dass kehda vekhu saddi haziri ch akh
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyez on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyez on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan
All eyes on me

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyez on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyez on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan
Yo Yo Roach Killa, Jazzy B

Roach Killa rap

Khukhiyan ne jode ne record kinne tode
London’o patole utte nachde ne jode
Gym vich Rambo gaddiyan ch Maharaja
Pyar paake sadde naal dekh aaja aaja

Pith pichhe kade bakwaas nahio kitta
Good will bande nu harass nahio kitta
Hek ustaad di aa meri good luck
Manzilan ne win nahio raahan ch stuck

All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Dass kehda chakku saddi haziri ch akh

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyez on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyez on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan
All eyes on me

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyez on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyez on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan

Sun Manak di gali nu main gaun laggeya
Picture jeha scene jadon hek laun laggeya
Jadon pehla pehla gaana sadda aaun laggeya
Ohdon Surrey vich main paun laggeya

Kaim sadde nahio haddiyan de vich bikde
Taiyon doleyan de utte naam mera likhde
Style mera wakhra ae loki can’t imagine
Asli ae hype saddi

All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Dass kehda chakku saddi haziri ch akh

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyez on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyez on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan
All eyes on me

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyes on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyes on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan

Subculture Sage – Same Old Thing Lyrics

Same old thing, same old thing
Everyday when i wake is the same old thing
People argueing, same old thing
Reach for parliment, same old thing
Arent you bord of the same old thing?
Try forward instead of the same old thing
Won’t find me with that same old thing
My team ain’t part of the same old thing

f**k that
Forwards the motion, run track
Same old thing yeah yeah you done that
Something new yeah yeah were on that
While you lot are cooking loudly
Us lot are pushing boundaries
The speech is plain, we seek an age
That no one should be doubting
See were done with the man that just think as it is
Because it is what it is and it ain’t what you think
You might think what you want, but what you want you can’t have
Its a place, its a time, its a crew, its a fam
Its a bassline, heavy like the sun up in space time
Ain’t my rhythm im just living as what came my way
f**k living in a slave mindstate, f**k doing the same old thing

Same old thing, same old thing
Everyday when i wake is the same old thing
People argueing, same old thing
Reach for parliment, same old thing
Arent you bord of the same old thing?
Try forward instead of the same old thing
Won’t find me with that same old thing
My team ain’t part of the same old thing

Im that madness in the music
An action man with super charged karate chops that comes with all batteries included
Im standardly a nuisance, watch out your gash will get rerouted
Your pissed because your mass made when sage organic, one off, no factories produced him
Find me in London, north of the line
Reach heights? yes bruv, course im on mine
But why waste time wanting more from this life when iv already died
Twice, stuck on the road, can’t get up, slumped on my jones
You can try tell me whats best but why would i give a f**k what you know

Yung Tory – Never Lyrics

(Hook)
She see i’m lit she tryna get with me
I used to dream about this shit and now im livin’ it
I put the D all in your bitch she want relationships
I never been the type to give a f**k i’m ignorant
I never seen a hoe that wouldn’t go that dont exist
I never see you countin’ dough but on the gram you rich
I never listen to these niggas they be talkin’ shit
I never been to europe I think I might cop a crib

(Verse)
I wanna take a trip to london cause I never been
You be rappin bout some other shit you never did (why you lyin)
You fell in love with her and you never hit
Shawty say you borin’ say you never lit
Oh oh, you get cut off
Why you lyin’ why you talkin’ you should shutup
I never hit it i just passed her to my brotha
I never put it in I got some top we never cut off
Im never pleased
If I hit in then she’ll never leave
She get on her knees, f**k a celebrity
She f**k for fame know I never give her change
I never stay shawty say she missin’ me
I think i’m too hot I need a cooler
Young nigga moved up, give me medula
I’m smokin moonrock, it make me moonwalk
She give me good top
I’m watching boondocks
Dont be too loud I can hear ya
I see sauce when I look into the mirror
I beat the pussy up I tell lil shawty square up
I’m livin’ galore my bitch yeah she look like Lira
(Hook)
She see i’m lit she tryna get with me
I used to dream about this shit and now im livin’ it
I put the D all in your bitch she want relationships
I never been the type to give a f**k i’m ignorant
I never seen a hoe that wouldn’t go that dont exist
I never see you countin’ dough but on the gram you rich
I never listen to these niggas they be talkin’ shit
I never been to europe I think I might cop a crib

Milli Major – Shut Down The Dance Lyrics (feat. Prez T & Paper Pabs)

[Bridge: Milli Major]
We shut down the dance
We shut down the dance
We shut down the dance
We shut down the dance

[Hook: Milli Major]
We shut down the dance
Yeah, you know my team
Bagged the promoters
Drinks on me
There’s queues outside
Like say the entry’s free
That’s it, I’m onstage next
Then assess the P

[Verse 1: President T]
Man wanna talk all greaze
Without the action, back in the day
I was a G, but it ain’t faction
Talking wicked, when it comes down to the crunch
I saw the reaction, said he was an MC, that was a myth
Babylon raided my drum, what did they find?
That was the piff
I said what did they find?
Suitcase packed with money and gold, nah
Suitcase packed with money and dreams
All that I know is money and fiends
There’s no place that President T won’t visit, is it?
If man wanna talk about guns or jail, I’ll have to quiz it

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Paper Pabs]
Shut down the dance, man’ll get lean
Like man are tryna cut down carbs
You ain’t never had no girls on stage
You ain’t never shut down Prague
You ain’t never caught no planes then got picked up
Then picked up mics
Bloodline fam be the campaign
Shutdown bars with the champagne life
I can shut down a rave on Skype
I can shut down a rave on Facetime
All of the raves are shutdown ramp
I don’t know what you heard on the grapevine
Ain’t no place on Earth that I can’t relax, fact
Can you put your hands in the air till your arms collapse?
Perhaps

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Milli Major]
Anywhere we go, we shut down the dance
London, Manny, Brum, France
Leeds, Leicester, Bristol, Prague
One two drinks makes anyone rough
Had too much, now I’m fully turnt up
But it’s all love so push your hands up
If the whip breaks down, you push your damn car
That’s the only time you push the damn car
Might just shell
Shut down the place then move your girl
Ain’t going my crib, stay at hotel
Ask the reception room 112
Yeah, yeah, just know I’ll be gone by the morning
I ain’t gonna stick around for the talking
Gotta hit it, and I ain’t calling
If you ain’t fam, you better keep walking

[Bridge] + [Hook]