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Vieux 07/03/2018, 12h26       #751
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Bien plus fort que mes mots que de dire que cet attrape-niggahs est chaud, surtout du côté du Wisconsin.

Bien plus fort que mes mots que de dire que cet attrape-niggahs baïze le game à fond.

Bien plus fort que mes mots que de dire que cet attrape-niggahs casse tout sur ce son pas sage.
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Ce son pas sage pour mes nigstahs (niggahs + gangstas)





Rae Sremmurd - No Type


Big Sean - Bounce Back
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Vieux 07/03/2018, 16h37       #753
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On va calmer nos nerfs, ce que nos nigstahs réclament.

Toujours dans la joie et la négresse.






Craig David - Walking Away
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Bien plus fort que mes mots que de dire que cet attrape-niggahs est chaud, surtout du côté du Wisconsin.

Bien plus fort que mes mots que de dire que cet attrape-niggahs baïze le game à fond.

Bien plus fort que mes mots que de dire que cet attrape-niggahs casse tout sur ce son pas sage.
Cool d'avoir le retour du Dr Musique du forum .
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Jeje, c'est trop d'honneur, mon poto mélomayne des topics de musique.
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Lil Uzi Vert - Early 20 Rager
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Gucci Mane x Young Thug - Guwop Home
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Vieux 12/03/2018, 15h51       #758
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Gang.





Rae Sremmurd - No Type

[Intro]
What they like?
Nigga wanna fight?
Oh, woah
It's WillThaRapper boy
Ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

[Hook]
Pull up and hop out
Your bitch she on my dick, woah
I work out, and purp out
Her nigga mad as shit, so?
I told him pop out, and pull up
He say he wanna kill me, oh
Why he acting scary?
He got a 30, I knew he wouldn't blow

[Verse 1]
It's time to let these niggas know
Where I'm from, niggas killing over clothes
Them bitches trading up they goals for some dough
They'll set a nigga up, set they niggas up, anyone they know
For a come up, get they funds up, to get any kind of dough
I only fuck bad bitches, not just any type of ho
Smoking strong all week, I don't chief any type of dope
These niggas' traps ain't on the map
They moving any type of dope
Selling crack stepped on like cracks
Junkies don't even wanna smoke
Meet with the plug, take all the drugs
Then I leave him on a boat
There ain't no 30 in this bubble
Just this nina in my coat
Always got that dick up in her, swear Selena jih ho
These bitches uppity as fuck
She ain't green, she gotta go
That triple beam, it balance low
My diesel jeans, New Balance flow
Put my kids all on her lips, if that lil bitch a childish ho
Disrespectful, I respect who? not nobody, not a soul
My money running like a nose, its like my pockets got a cold
A lot of dope, snottin' slow
I shoot 'til the chopper broke
She suck my dick, slob and stroke
But she say she not a ho
I don't argue, fight, or fuss
I catch my nut then adios
Had to cancel all her plans
I bust all on her party clothes



2 chainz x Swae Lee - Poor Fool

Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
I said close your mouth and eat
You make some paper, than you make your own rules
Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
I said close your mouth and eat
You make some paper, than you make your own rules
I'm from the hood, it's evident
Used to sell drugs at my residence
Stayed in section 8 with relatives
Opportunity knockin' I let them in
I don' put Forgis on everything
I left them all like Ginobili
And if I'm not successful, ain't nobody gon' come console me
I pray my momma quit smokin'
And my dad gotta get focused
I gotta table full of Ace of Spades
I don't fuck around with you jokers (ooh)
Ain't heard a word from my old friends
Heard they wanna kick my doors in
I done load up the .223
I'm so high they might call a goaltend, yeah
Lord knows, stash work in the console
So many autos in my garage, I can't open my car door
Balled on me like the Sun on me
Gettin' this bread she said dropped crumbs on me
Walked in the club and got ones only
Need a tat on my stomach that say "prawns only"
Raised by single parent black women
They call me Tity Boi 'cause she used to spoil me
She always told me
Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
(My momma always said)
I said close your mouth and eat
You make some paper, than you make your own rules
(My momma always said aye, damn)
Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
I said close your mouth and eat
You make some paper, than you make your own rules
Smoking on a yacht, call me Ricky Steamboat
Bags full of gas, used to serve them through the screen door
Tryna flip a brick, Shaq at the free throw
Taught by Scarface, Brad Jordan, Al Pacino, wooo
No rules, most of my partnas home-schooled
Most of my partnas got charges
And I ain't talking about no mothafuckin' Dodges
Trappin' by the college
I'm addicted to the rice at Benihana
Raised by a single parent black woman
They call me Tity Boi 'cause she used to spoil me
She always told me
Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do (Yeah)
I said close your mouth and eat
You make some paper, than you make your own rules
(My momma always said aye, damn)
Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
I said close your mouth and eat
You make some paper, than you make your own rules
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Push-up, Push-up !




HUNCHO JACK : Travis Scott x Quavo - Huncho Jack

[Intro]
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: Quavo & Travis Scott]
Huncho foreign (Huncho), got your bitch on porn (smash, smash)
Whip's too foreign (skrrt), iced my arm (ice, shine)
Cactus Jack, yeah, got plaques on plaques, yeah
Hits on hits, yeah, in the mix
Huncho foreign (Huncho), got your bitch on porn (yeah, smash)
Whip's too foreign (skrrt, skrrt) ice on arms (ice, ice)
Shit go bad, like it's L.A. traffic, yeah
Crushin' down Addy's, yeah, bustin' out plastic (yeah!)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Huncho
Basic, basic, basic, basic
I can't fuck, she basic (no)
Keep mask like I'm Grady (mask)
Number one shooter like Tracy (shoot)
Tonka truck Mercedes (Tonka)
Drivin' and I'm faded (skrrt)
I'm on your block, invadin' (block)
All my guns updated

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
It's 5 A.M. lookin' like noon (yeah!)
I took her right out of saloon (it's lit!)
Put 5 in the back, I got room
Can't fit no more chains, ain't got room (straight up!)
Yeah, new crib, I'll put that on the moon (yeah!)
Upstairs and we blowin' up fumes, yeah
Don't panic, can't have no more seizures
Fuck it, I'm cashin' my leisure
I had a lot of these (ahh), targets and the foes (yeah!)
Took it like I stole it (skrt skrt), it got old, shit moldy (ugh)
Money way high to knees
No way I can fold it (yeah!)
She thinkin' I'm golden (ice!)
She suck my voltage, yeah (alright!)

[Chorus: Quavo & Travis Scott]
Huncho foreign (Huncho), got your bitch on porn (smash, smash)
Whip's too foreign (skrrt), iced my arm (ice, shine)
Cactus Jack (yeah!), got plaques on plaques, yeah (alright!)
Hits on hits, yeah (yeah, yeah), in the mix (it's lit!)
Huncho foreign (Huncho), got your bitch on porn (yeah, smash)
Whip's too foreign (skrrt, skrrt) ice on arms (ice, ice)
Shit go bad, like it's L.A. traffic, yeah
Crushin' down Addy's, yeah, bustin' out plastic (yeah!)

[Verse 3: Quavo & Travis Scott]
(Huncho)
Flood my AP (AP)
Make these hoes wanna take me (take me)
The gun off safety (safety)
Shoot a fuck nigga like KD, yeah (baow)
Shit hit brazy, yeah (brazy)
Made my left eye lazy, yeah
Goin' up lately, yeah
Dock in the back Old Navy, yeah (alright!)
We gonna get it in (get it)
My trap house look innocent (innocent)
Private residence (private)
Leavin' no evidence (yeah yeah)
Yeah, codeine, it's medicine
Yeah, somethin' is evident
Yeah, made tees with Helmut Lang
Yeah, what's next, ain't no tellin' it (ye)
Closet filled in designer (designer)
Take a knee like the 'Niners (Kaepernick)
Join the team, don't divide us (join them)
Then watch your money go higher
Yeah, lil help, lil guidance (yah)
Run it back through the titan (yah)
Get the sack, move in silence (yeah!)
Bring that trophy back to my end (alright!)

[Chorus: Quavo & Travis Scott]
Huncho foreign (Huncho), got your bitch on porn (smash, smash)
Whip's too foreign (skrrt) iced my arm (ice, shine)
Cactus Jack, yeah (yeah!), got plaques on plaques, yeah (alright!)
Hits on hits, yeah (yeah, yeah), in the mix (it's lit!)
Huncho foreign (Huncho), got your bitch on porn (yeah, smash)
Whip's too foreign (skrrt, skrrt) ice on arms (ice, ice)
Shit go bad (ahh), like it's L.A. traffic, yeah
Crushin' down Addy's, yeah, bustin' out plastic (yeah!)
Huncho, Jack





Mike WiLL Made-It x Swae Lee x Future - Drinks On Us
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Squattin', Squattin', Squattin' !



21 Savage x Offset x ft. Travis Scott - Ghostface Killers


Young Thug x Travis Scott - Pick Up The Phone

[Intro: Young Thug & Starrah]
Yaaah, oh yaaah
Ooooh, Thugger
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger baby
Yaah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
I pour a four up
I call your hoe up
Just to fuck her and show her
I just went, got my dough up
Pullin' off and I'm gone!
Then I go and pour four up
Then I roll up that roll up
Then I'm callin' your hoe up
(Like Brrrrr)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you're home, baby (It's lit!)
I'm in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up and murk too
Hittin' the block and I'm bleedin'
Throwing that Rollie on you
I like the way it be freezin'
(Brrrrr)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you're home, baby (It's lit!)
I'm in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Pour up a four of that Actavis
Lean like my mothafuckin' granny did
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz
I stack it up now I'm just better livin'
Got screws in my mouth, I'm just preppin' it
I'm fucking this cash, I’m not celibate
I'm packin' it up like a reverend
I need all this cash, I got hella kids
I'ma play dumb and get left in the middle
Back the fuck up, you too little
Hit 'em with three like I'm Miller
I don't talk to no man in the middle
I don't talk to no man, I'm just kiddin'
But I did pay my sister's tuition
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery
Walkin' off with it like Sonny Liston
Mama told me I'm her brightest star
Mama told me don't hate on the law
Because everybody got a job
Because everybody wanna be a star (real shit, real shit)
Please believe every motherfucker around here wan' be a part
She gon' do anything in her power to be with ya' boy
(Brrrrr)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you're home, baby (It's lit!)
I'm in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four, baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up MR2
Hittin' the block and I’m bleedin'
Throwin' that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin'

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin' baby, Home Alone
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong
I hate when we fight
She in love with the pipe
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don't take my life
She had a dream with Céline
So I bought it twice
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl you're so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin' on four and I'm shootin' dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike
And I'm loving all races, hell nah don't discriminize
Drinkin' on clean, sanitize
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes
If I ever call your phone baby
Best believe it's only one time
(Brrrrrr)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you're home, baby (It's lit!)
I'm in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up and MR2
Hittin' the block and I’m bleedin'
Throwin' that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin'

[Outro]
Pick up the phone (Pick up the phone)
I'm in the zone, pick up the phone, baby
I'm in the zone



2 Chainz x Young Thug - Dresser
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Plank, Plank, Plank !





ScHoolboy Q x Kanye West - That Part


Big Sean - Moves


Yung Pinch - When I Was Yung
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BANG !





CVL† SH‡† - ßƟD¥ ßΔGƵ


You'll never understand until you've been there.
Been down so much, that all you can manage to do now is sit there.
Thinking back at all the choices that you made to get there.
Pumping a fist to the sky telling god "it ain't fair."
But yo, we ain't there.
How could it be with all this devastation and desperation surrounding me.
So put me in the ground 'cause this life has just been pounded out of me,
The only reason I ain't sleeping now 'cause I got mouths to feed.
Why can't I catch a break?
Why can't I step away and wake up one morning and think that things wont be a mess today.
I gotta break the cycle somehow,
sick of this pain, im sick of living this way.
Okay, I'm done now.
Not having fun now, there's just so many reasons.
Feel as if my soul's a broken puzzle and I'm missing pieces.
It's real easy for you to judge them when you see them,
But you'll never truly understand unless you've ever been there.
I've been there, a place where hope was thin in the air.
If things are gonna get better tell me a 'when' and a 'where'.
Sitting and staring in the mirror, nobody's there,
That I know, feeling so alone and I'm scared that nobody cares.
My nights consist of so many prayers.
I once had so many dreams, I once was going somewhere.
Try and following steps before you start to compare,
Me to you and you don't know me, now you think that that's fair?
I never thought my path would lead me to the point I'm at now.
But before they get up, some people gotta fall down.
Some fall harder than others, they thought they had it all down.
Me, I take these experience and jot them all down.
But how do you cope when you think that hope is nowhere around?
How do you know where to go if you haven't been found?
Yo, I'm saying it's draining living this pain that I'm in.
You're quick to judge me but you haven't been the places I've been, c'mon.
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