By 0west »

16yrold
Bitch
Daytrip took it to ten

I got hoes calling a young nigga phone
Where's Ali with the motherfucking dope? (bitch, bitch)
I be ballin' like a mo'fuckin' pro (like a, huh, like a, huh)
I be ballin' like my nigga Mo (Bamba, bitch)
Sheck Wes, I ain't a mo'fuckin' joke (haha, hahahahaha)

Steph Wes stay with the fuckin' pole (pa, pa, pa-pa)
You fuck around and get poled (you get poled, bitch)

'Cause I got hoes (so many fucking hoes)
Callin' a young nigga phone
(Ring-ring, ring, ring-ring, ring, ring-ring)
Where's Ali with the (bitch with the) mo'fuckin' dope? (huh)
I be ballin' like a mo'fuckin' pro (like a mo'fuckin' pro)
I be ballin' like my nigga Mo (Bamba, Bamba)
Sheck Wes got so many flows (I do it all)
Call me Drake how a nigga controlla

Oh! Fuck! Shit! Bitch!
Young Sheck Wes and I'm getting really rich (ching-ching)
See how I caught it 'cause I'm really with the shits (bang-bang)
See me in the streets and I be really with a (cling, cling), with a
Bad bitch (bitch), niggas straight rocking (rock)
Niggas straight see me, when they see me, they be coppin' (what?)
I'm the best drug dealer, nigga, come and cop it (got it)
Young Sheck Wes, I'm like the fuckin' Green Goblin

I got hoes (ho)
Calling a young nigga phone, phone (bitch)
Where's Ali with the motherfucking dope?
(With the motherfucking dope)
Dope (with the motherfucking dope)
With the motherfucking dope (bitch)
With the dope (getting rich), with my bros (bitch, shit)
I fucked your ho (shit)
And she ain't even let you know (she fucked up)

Damn, this nigga nice, fuck is you talking about?
('Cause I got) bitch (hoes)
And my nigga One-Six, my nigga
Ali, the Daytrip nigga, fuck is niggas talking about?
(I got hoes, shit
Young Sheck Wes, I do it on the go)

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By 0west »
By slowmogods »

how come the dms won’t work

By evan33 »

Y'all already know it be the boy Yung Gordon
And you rockin' with Take Money promotion
Ayy, Take Money Promotion
Give 'em that new shit, no fool shit
Oh yeah, let's go

DJ Lethal, Lethal (Rough Rider)
TMP 954, we live
Take Money Promotion
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

Bitch, I'm silly
Up the chopper, shoot your shit up, let's get busy
Drinkin' Henny, goin' brazy, poppin' pillies
Sex Money Murda, shout out all my blazing Billies (all my Billies)
We in yo' city (We in yo'-)

Shout out my apes in the fuckin' zoo (Filayo)
Filayo, they gon' shoot
Spin a hoop, who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck you know, nigga? No, nigga
Niggas killed your cousin, you want smoke, nigga? (stupid)
Glo nigga, rollin' up your cousin in a blunt, nigga
Bozo, bitch are you dumb-d-dumb-dumb-dumb-d-dumb-dumb-dumb? (stupid)
Bitch, I'm Nick Cannon with this drum-dr-drum-drum-drum (brra-pum-pum)
Pull up with semis, no Lil Pump-pr-ump-pump-pumps (no esskeetit)
We goin' dumb-d-dumb-dumb-dumb-d-dumb-dumb-dumb
Bitch I'm stupid, bitch I'm dumb
I be tweakin', I be wildin', I be booted (bitch I be drunk)
I be stealin', I be robbin', I be lootin' (you don't wanna die)
Your boyfriend dumb, he get no money, bitch, he stupid
Oh, bitch, he, oh, bitch, he stupid
Damn, homie, in high school you was the man, homie (2012)
What the fuck happened to you? (stoopid)
I'm just sayin', homie
Now you smokin' Black & Milds, smokin' Reds, homie

Ah, ah, ah, what's up?
Shmurda on the motherfuckin' east side nigga
6ix9ine what's poppin' cuz?

Tell him shut up, suck a dick
Tell him fuck him, I'm the shit
Bitch, I'm drunk recording this
I'm getting money, I'm the shit
Shout out my Bloods, shout out my Crips
That nigga Ebro, he a bitch
Just another old nigga on a young nigga dick
Bitch I'm lit on the Gram, a million likes, you see my shit
Your bitch DM for the dick
But I probably wouldn't hit
VVS, Cuban hit
Shout out Jimmy for the drip
Your baby daddy mixtape wasn't shit, he a bitch
Free Bobby, free Rowdy, free Cueno, free the 9
Shout out Jay Dee, shout out Kooda, Dee Savv, those my guys
FOA they gon' ride, GS9 they gon' slide
When I woo, woo back, ah-ah-ahh, those my guys

She give me neck until I burst out
She give me teeth, she get cursed out
And all these suckers with they fucking feelings
Always got these bitches with they purse out
We on the block, put the bird out
I count bricks put the word out
You know you like a nigga Shmoney Dance
You gon' love a nigga when I swerve out

Bitch, I'm silly
Up the chopper, shoot your shit up, let's get busy
Drinkin' Henny, goin' brazy, poppin' pillies
Sex Money Murda, shout out all my blazing Billies (all my Billies)
We in yo' city

Hold up, hold up, hold up, gang
Run that shit back

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By sstin »

Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads

All my memories gather round her
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads

I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And driving down the road I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads

Take me home, down country roads
Take me home, down country roads

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By thewhiteg0blin »

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By jj010406 »

[Intro]
Father, forgive me

[Verse]
I'm staring at this Bible as I keep glancing
Dear Lord, I got questions and I need answers
Tryna understand your vision, all I see is damage
Just a bunch of dead bodies in the street camping
A bunch of lost souls on their feet standing

We supposed to be your children, I thought we family
You're supposed to be my Father, bruh, I need answers

We don't need to die young, we just need chances
Tired of living on the edge so we keep scrambling
Tryna talk to these strippers but they keep dancing
We just wanna be number one like Steve Francis
Bow our heads, say a prayer, now the seed's planted
Everywhere I turn, I'm seeing MC's vanish
Lot of good niggas gone, I don't understand it
Lot of families lost in the streets stranded
I ain't tryna disrespect you, I just need answers
I know you're watching us from heaven thinking, "Who to save?"
Cherry pickin' who should go next and who should stay
I'd be on my way to heaven if I knew the way
And bring back every good nigga you choose to take
They say you never wrong, but you done made a few mistakes
'Cause you taking the wrong niggas, maybe you should trade
Trade us back all the real ones, remove the fakes
I think you should trade

Give us 2Pac back, and take that nigga Suge (Ooh!)
Let the legend resurrect and he gon' live for good (Ooh!)
I been screaming "Thug life" in every different hood (Thug life, thug life)

If only you could bring him back, Lord I wish you would
Give us Biggie, give us Pun, give us Triple X
Take that nigga Trump with you, that's a bigger threat
There's too much power for a coward with no intellect
That's a bigot with a collar, there's a disconnect

Niggas dying, Mama crying, Grandma need a tissue
Niggas shootin' up a church, now I need a pistol
All them niggas still livin', you don't see the issue

But how you take Selena and then you take Aaliyah with you?
I ain't tryna disrespect, just need to meet up with you (Lord)
I ain't tryna overstep, just want to reason with you (Lord)
Give us back our loved ones and take the evil with you (Lord)
Send them suckers straight to hell, they don't need a vigil (Woo!)
I need you to give us back Martin Luther, take Martin Shkreli (Take!)
Give us back Malcolm, take R. Kelly
R.I.P. Lil Snupe, give that boy his life back
Take Eric Holder, give us Eric Wright back
I'm sending you this message, Lord, I hope you hit me right back
They say I'm on the wrong train, I know I'm on the right track (Yeah)
'Cause Trayvon gone, and all he did was try to fight back
Zimmerman walk around free, we don't like that (We don't like that)

Why you take our mothers from us?
Our fathers and our sisters and our cousins from us?
Got these children getting murdered while they double dutchin'
Wonder why the fuck you take Nipsey Hussle from us?
Damn, you took a true king, a true brother from us

This a fuckin' marathon, but they runnin' from us
Now everybody got guns, nigga's up to something
And every gangsta wanna prove that they tough or something

You know it's not fair, tell the truth, I've been in my feelings too
But if you took Emmett Till, at least take Dylann Roof
At least take James Holmes, I ain't even mad at that
Just bring back Whitney, and give us Michael Jackson back
Feds want me in the slammer, damn
Ain't no justice for Sandra Bland, we up like the ceiling fan
Lord, if you listenin', I'm just lookin' for a hand to hand
Take out the fuck niggas and give us back our fam again
Drownin' in my tears, tryna pray for something (Woo!)
Wonder why you give us life for you to take it from us (Woo!)
Wonder why you give us family then erase them from us (Woo!)
Maybe hopefully you can have a conversation with us (Yeah)
Maybe I'm just probably tripping 'cause I need a hug (I need a hug)
The hood can't find jobs, now we need a plug (We need a plug)
Everybody and their mama tryna be a thug

I don't go to church 'cause I'm afraid of being judged
I've been starin' at the ceiling as I lie in bed
Watchin' niggas follow trends like Simon Says (Yeah)
I pray you give us back the real ones and try again
Or maybe take them niggas that deserve to die instead
Tomi Lahren run her mouth and then she get defensive
Laura Ingraham laughin' at death and disrespectin'
I really feel like you should teach them stupid hoes a lesson
Either that or give us back somebody who deserve the blessings
I left out a bunch of names that I forgot to mention
Cost too much to pay attention, then it got expensive

Father forgive me, for I know not what I do
And now I'm reachin' out to you, hopin' you hear me and return the message (Joyner)
I know that you got our back and that you're not against us
Or maybe you just love us so you doin' shit to test us
I just kinda thought that you would do more to protect us
They say that the good die young and I ain't on the guest list
I've been drinkin', Lord forgive me, it's my blood racin'
I don't know what I'm thinking, I'm just frustrated
I don't mean to question you, I'm just confused
I don't know what else to do, I've been patient and it sucks waiting
Took my mans from me, that forever hurts
But puttin' the blame on you, that'd never work
I know this ain't your fault, it's the devil's work
Devil's work

By KINGJAMES62 »

Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the south-land
I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again and I think it's a sin

Well I heard Mister Young sing about her
Well I heard ole Neil put her down
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A southern man don't need him around anyhow

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

In Birmingham they love the Gov'nor, boo-hoo-hoo
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you, tell the truth

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you, here I come

Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers
And they've been known to pick a song or two (yes they do)
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when I'm feeling blue, now how bout you?

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

Sweet home Alabama, oh sweet home
Where the skies are so blue and the governor's true
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you