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JONN HART lyrics - Heart 2 Hart

Shout Out

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Shout out to my dogs, shout out to my bitches Shout out to the fake friends, haters, I'm winning Shout up to the broke niggas, thats right I try t get it Shout out to the main saying I'm finished Shout up to my bottles, shout up to my whores Shout up to the gold niggas, thats on road Shout out to my side bitch they keep it on the low Shout out to the backs stumbles thats for sure Shout out to the all new friends, jumping all through the window Shout up to my realest friends, only real friends on my circle Middle at the club, middle finger up, slipping al this liquor cuz I don't give a fuck Ooh, why they hating on me? Shout out this bitch, niggas hating on me Middle at the club, middle finger up, slipping al this liquor cuz I don't give a fuck Ooh, why they hating on me? Shout out this fuck niggas hating on me Shout out to my fam, they are there for day one Shout out to my mama raise the bottles at sun Shout out to the dudes that want my bitch You can keep trying but thats my shit Shout up to them people that smile in my face then turn around and talk shit about me Shout out to the suckers that pray for my down fall I ain't gotta love many of you Shout out to the all new friends, jumping all through the window Shout up to my realest friends, only real friends on my circle Middle at the club, middle finger up, slipping al this liquor cuz I don't give a fuck Ooh, why they hating on me? Shout out this bitch, niggas hating on me Middle at the club, middle finger up, slipping al this liquor cuz I don't give a fuck Ooh, why they hating on me? Shout out this fuck niggas hating on me Aah, aah the nigga is shading Aah, aah these bitches shading Shout out, cutting ass niggas thats full crazy Shout out we gas bitches try to play me Shout out bad bitches they don't want my baby Shout out the gunn, those shutters act crazy Shout out to people that think they made me I don't know you shit so fuck you play me Shout out to the people that always want something Shout out to them people that always stay in front Shout out to the people that keep it real Shout out to the I never squeal Shout out for the bay we know we hustle for real I snatch your girl you know the deal Aah, aah he niggas is shady Aah, aah these bitches is shady

Success

JAY-Z "American Gangster"
[Jay-Z:] I got these niggas breezy, don't worry about it Let that bitch breathe! I used to give a fuck, now I give a fuck less What do I think of success It sucks too much to stress I guess I blew up quick, cause friends I grew up with See me as a primi, but I'm not and my nut's big I don't know what the fuss is My career is illustrious My rep is impeccable I'm not to be fucked with, with shit Let that bitch breathe! I'm way too important to be talking extorting Asking me for a portion is like asking me for a coffin Broad daylight I off ya on switch Ya not too bright, goodnight, long kiss, Bye-bye, my reply, blah-blah Blast burner then pass burner, to TyTy Finish my breakfast, why? I got an appettite for destruction and you're a small fry Now where was I Let that bitch breathe! I used to give a shit, now I don't give a shit more Truth be told, I had more fun when I was piss poor I'm pissed off, is this what success all about A bunch of niggas acting like bitches with big mouths All this stress, all I got is this big house Couple cars, I don't bring half of them shits out All this ace of spade I drank, just to piss out I mean I like the taste, could have saved myself six hours How many times can I go to Mr. Chow's, Tao's, Nobu Hold up, let me move my bowels I'll shit on y'all niggas, OG tell these boys [Juan:] Y'all ain't got shit on my nigga [Jay-Z:] I got watches I ain't seen in months Apartment at the Trump I only slept in it once Nigga said Hova was over, such dummies Even if I fell I land on a bunch of money Y'all ain't got nothing for me Nas, let that bitch breathe! [Nas:] Success, McLaren, women starin' My villain appearance Sacred blood of a king In my vein ain't spillin' Ghetto Othello, Sugar Hill, Romero Camaro driven I climax from paper then ask why is life worth livin' Is it the hunt for the shit that you want To receive is great but I lust giving The best jewelers want to make my things I make Jacob shit on Lorraine, just to make me a chain Niggas mention of one love, came home to paper in hand Ain't got to brag about the feds young man Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments Google Earth Nas, I got flats in other continents Worst enemies want to be my best friends Best friends want to be enemies, like that's what's in But I don't give a fuck, walk inside the lion's den Take everybody's chips, about to cash them in Up your catalogue dog, mines worth too much Like Mike Jack's ATV Pub, Mottola can't touch Let this bitch breathe! [Jay-Z & Nas:] Let this bitch breathe!

We Them Niggas

ACE HOOD "Trials & Tribulations"
[Hook] Anybody seen a waitress? Tell her bring more liquor All my dawgs in the building, and we smokin’ on that killer Anybody know a hater? Middle finger to the ceiling Feelin’ like John Gotti – can’t nobody fuck with us (turn up) We them niggas… we them niggas, we them niggas… All the bad bitches know it (all the bad bitches know it) We them niggas, we them niggas… Middle finger to the ceiling… We them niggas, we them niggas… We don’t really give a fuck… ‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas [Verse 1] I’m screamin’ “fuck them other niggas ’cause I’m down for my niggas” Middle finger to the ceiling, everybody keep calm ‘Cause you’ve got some real niggas in the building And you don’t really look familiar – that’s your girl? My bad, in my ear she’s been begging me to hit her Oh lord! Oh lord! Have her really catching feelings all night from the club to the villa Know you’re chilling with the realest, I ain’t even gotta say it Blowin’ money, I don’t really mean to litter We them niggas, we them niggas from the bottom to the top Y’all mad? LOL – go figure Balmain on the feet, twenty bottles of the peach On the way, light ‘em up, light ‘em up I don’t really give a what, I don’t really give a what Mess around, I’mma buy the whole club I’m just really showin’ love That gon’ probably get ‘em mad, so sad All haters need a hug Take a hit of these drugs, gettin’ high with my dawgs ‘Til the ma’fuckin’ sun come up Let it pass, puff puff [Hook] [Verse 2] I let them haters keep talkin’ while the money pile up I pull up in a two-seater, you see him with a badass bitch Lil’ nigga, that’s a must Good Lord! Good Lord! Man, her ass so retarded it belong on a short yellow bus And she rollin’ with them niggas, but she knew that already Yeah, we heavy in this bitch like “what?” Now where you from, where you from? Don’t nobody else matter but your day one niggas from the jump Yeah we started from the bottom with a dream and a dollar Keep it real, shorty, I know you wanna fuck Amen! Amen! Swear this watch that I’m wearin’ on my wrist Man, this shit is pretty rare Everything I do big, all I do is set trends You can try it, don’t nobody really care Don’t nobody really care I can show you my committee, in my city Boy, I’m treated like the mayor Way the bezel gold is shining on a 100 grand Rollie Boy, it really ain’t a choice but to stare I’m just keepin’ shit player… [Hook] [Outro] Let me hear you say “fuck the niggas” ‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas Let me hear you say “fuck the niggas” ‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas Let me hear you say “fuck the niggas” ‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas Everybody know they can’t fuck with us ‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what? ‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what? ‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what?

Maintain

MICK JENKINS "Trees & Truths"
Would you fuck with me, if I gang bang Niggas out here throwing hand signs We just out here tryna' maintain So fuck with me famo Do it for the free so the passion is thicker South side flow but the fashion is Wicker Wake up let's hop on band wagons and fasten your seatbelt Niggas gonna crash at the crib This is the crime We like barista This is the mindset WWF we like Batista, raw Flex on a nigga if you ever got a problem Stress to a nigga I can solve 'em I don't know know trig CPS don't know your kids Don't step to me throwing hand signs like a referee time They don't know gang They just know gang, bang We just know maintain Over they head, call it they Kangol This is the angle I guess that's a hat trick Shit can get messy you best bring your chapstick Or else it's crackin' Free nation action Pivot been out here mackin' Fuck what you Hewlett packin' Off the block I'm Ewing Patrick Niggas jump wave like cruise ship captains Too distracted I be like fuck you on it's Mick Jenkins ho Cup of ginger ale and a peanut butter loafer Motherfuckers betta' get a coasta' Shoot 'em like a harpoon Turn into a Harpo Motherfuckers better get an Oprah Free [Saba:] Don't talk to me about no diploma Tell me why niggas on cornas' Tell why tenants be tennis we serving the land Tell where are the owners Middle finger to the badge Like these niggas can't hold us These niggas can't hold us back these niggas can't hold us no I was just sitting with Frsh My uncle was just on that phone hook Then me and Mick Jenkins yelled out free my nigga and to me That's more than a song hook Been a minute since a home cooked Meal been digested but just in time We jumped on judicial and justified it It just goes to show the perfect timing Would you fuck with me If I gang banged Niggas out here throwing hands signs We just out here tryna maintain So fuck with me famo A hundred niggas in camo Soldier field you know it's real Hold the block Home invasion Honing skills got real On some fat Albert shit Come through the tv jump out the bitch Come through the city jump out the bitch Niggas at war on some Iraqi shit Talkin bout work, they competent Talking about cops, they on to it Talkin about judge, they honor it This what ya'll lil niggas be honorin Pivot

Trouble

J. COLE "Born Sinner"
[Hook:] I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right I said liquor all in my breath, bitches all in my sight I said real niggas trying to fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life [Verse 1:] Yeah, God flow Paint a picture like a young Pablo, Picasso Niggas say I live fast, die young, so I drive slow And pray I die old In the drop with the top low Met a bad bitch from Chicago, my hat wasn't cocked, yo Kept it straight, shit, cause y'all know And if not, you'll learn how them niggas in the Chi go I ain't fuck her but I'm thinkin' 'bout it My niggas say why you gotta think about it? The bitch want too much, hit my phone too much If I gotta be frank about it, ain't worth the stress First the text, then the draws, see first the sex Then it's calls cause the bird's obsessed Want flowers, cards, and the purses next Nah, bitch can't get a dollar Cole on twitter, bitch can't get a follow Can get a nut, heard Can't Get Enough Now she fuck a nigga thinkin' that she may hit the lotto No way Jose, could write a book called "The Things Hoes Say" Show a lot of love to my sisters though But these bitches so predictable I'm in trouble Gettin' to the promised land You don't want problems, I promise man I take you to the promise land You don't want problems, I promise man [Hook:] I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right I said liquor all in my breath, bitches all in my sight I said real niggas trying to fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life [Verse 2:] And I'm going back to school Only for the hoes and a class or two Young bad bitch made the pastor drool Everybody sweat her like Catholic school Sat next to her in the back of the class Cheated off her test and I'm grabbin' her ass She like "Don't you know this shit already? Nigga ain't you rich already?" Yeah, but I got dumb as shit Hangin' 'round these rappers cause they dumb as shit But I'm back on track, jumpshot wasn't that good Couldn't sell crack but I rap good That's one stereotype, know a lot of niggas that'll marry your type Bad bitch with a degree, I let 'em scoop ya I'm Koopa, I never been the Mario type No saving hoes I ain't fooled cause a lot of cool bitches that a nigga went to school with is major hoes And they mans don't know, they mans don't know, fo sho Had a nigga baby, little mans don't know Momma was a freak, got it in on the low 12 years later when my song come on, he ask "Momma did you fuck J. Cole?" Whoa Gettin' to the promised land You don't want problems, I promise man I take you to the promise land You don't want problems, I promise man [Hook:] I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right I said liquor all in my breath, bitches all in my sight I said real niggas trying to fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life

Canada Dry

MICK JENKINS "The Water[s]"
Ridin' around off this ginger ale Peep the herbal essence in the papers, vapors On fire if you couldn't tell, but trust me I ain't checkin' for no Jezebelles or Delilahs Lot of niggas screamin' that they real Perception is a motherfuckin' pill, you a liar I been rockin' boats since Aliyah Tryin' to take it higher with these notes like Mariah Fuck with me, your connect ain't got it for the Free Start the elevation, I can't keep it lowkey OG, finna' wake these niggas up, ain't been gettin' no sleep Tryin' to bring him more sheep, I'm like little Bo Peep What you in it for? Cause they out here coppin' souls with they info Are you the hitta' or the lick, what's the difference though? Yeah I heard you got a plan, what's the mission though? Cause this game is so foul (too foul) Got a young man tryin' to move through the city like a black Tom Thibodeau Like Stallone, you can fight it all you want But we still gonna be expendable, these niggas don't listen, no I was always told that you never really know what you got 'til it's gone Cancer caught my granny 'fore I got a chance to check up what the fuck was I on? (the fuck was I on?) I was playing checkers this is chess Never put your faith into a check Got to play the hand that you was dealt There's only four aces in a deck, motherfucker, I've been Ridin' around off this ginger ale Momma wouldn't like the way I smell right now Realest nigga out can't you tell Drink this water, tell me how you feel right now Ridin' around off this ginger ale Prayin' everyday that I don't fail right now Killin' niggas, how can't you tell Drink this water, tell me how you feel right now [x2]

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