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[Intro]
Ayy

[Bridge]
See me run, see me run
Run until my lungs might give
Runnin’ for the front, I feel like Usain in this bitch (ayy)
Passin’ all these runners, number one is in my list
Blinders on me, I can’t even see
See me in my tour bus by myself
Call me selfish ’cause I got me and nobody else
Give myself another look just like it’s prettier (ayy)
Twenty mirrors in my crib, I’m hanging with my friends

[Chorus]
Feelin’ like I traveled through some time, oh man
Skippin’ through some years but it feel right, oh yeah
Gettin’ ready for some blessings comin’ our way
Forrest, Forrest runnin’ for some things

[Verse]
I do the shit ’til the credits roll
Already got through the greatest goals
Met with a girl when I went back home (ayy)
She put me in the group chat with that pussy
Talk to her, send emojis to the pussy
Then beat it up ’til her wanna go sue me (ayy)
My brother called me and told me to man up
Told me to be lactose tolerant
Messed up avoidin’ that cheddar (ayy)
In love with the Solo cups
I’m on a roll but I’m lovin’ my bucks
Still missin’ home, but I’m havin’ my fun, uh
I would never quit, I’m too legit
Indonesian MC Hammer in this bitch
Beat your ass if you correct my grammar in this bitch
I done way too much for you to say my parents’ rich (nah)
But I’m tryna make it happen
Makin’ green like Geico
On me ’cause I’m nice, so
They know what I like though
Pussy on my rider
Groupies is some psychos
My bedroom is a psych ward
Tell that girl to smile more
I take it on my life, girl

[Chorus]
Feelin’ like I traveled through some time, oh man
Skippin’ through some years but it feel right, oh yeah
Gettin’ ready for some blessings comin’ our way
Forrest, Forrest runnin’ for some things

[Bridge]
See me run, see me run
Run until my lungs might give
Runnin’ for the front, I feel like Usain in this bitch (ayy)
Passin’ all these runners, number one is in my list
Blinders on me, I can’t even see
See me in my tour bus by myself
Call me selfish ’cause I got me and nobody else
Give myself another look just like it’s prettier
Twenty mirrors in my crib, I’m hanging with my friends

[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh]
Cash money niggas straight cookin that shit
Bitches on the corner straight hookin’ that shit
See, ass dummy niggas love bussin at shit
But automatic weapons straight bustin’ that shit
NOPD, gon yellow tape’em tonight
Rose funeral home gon’ wake em’ tonight
It’s 12 o’clock midnight on the uptown street
Two thugged out niggas, hot toting that heat
Rhino bullets yall, fingers on the trigga
Ain’t scared to pull it yall
Get ya bones & ya homes, lock em’ up yo shit
Put ya kids on the floor before the click-clacks spit
Ride witcho shit, ready, load it and cock
If a nigga try to test ya, then clear the whole block
Shoot 1st, ask questions last
If ya ask questions, wind up on ya ass
Since the beginning, niggas scream “Killa!”
I bust fuckin back, cause I’m motherfuckin’ realer
Government issued, .9 nina fuckin’ milli
But if you fuckin push I’mma show yo ass gorilla

[Hook: Juvenile](x4)
Cause Imma killa-la-la-la
Cash Money Gorilla-la-la-la

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Nigga whats the use in you havin’ cocaine and you can’t move it?
What’s the use in you havin’ a brain and you can’t use it?
What’s the use in you sayin’ you ballin, you can’t prove it?
What’s the use of you talkin’ about it, you don’t it?
Niggas don’ fled, with my mother I’m thinkin’ about bussin his head
Come round the corner with the K
Now what did you say?
You gon’ know what you don’t know
When you losing yo legs
The beef is frozen, cause I know to keep foolishness dead
We used to be duckin’ blue ones
Now we duckin’ big reds
Rude boy was lookin, but I ain’t know why
I told’em they got it uptown
He told me he workin’ with sticky green, under 600 a pounnnnd
Now watch me, go head again
Continue with shot calling
And we pushin’ a Benz
Wanna see all my people and my patnas ballin’
CMB rollin ova every block haulin’ (Haulin’)
Cause they some…

[Hook 2: Juvenile]
Killa-la-la-la’s
Cash Money Gorilla-la-la-la’s
Call me some Killa-la-la-la’s
Cash Money Gorilla-la-la-la’s
Call me the killa-la-la-la
Cash Money Gorilla-la-la-la

[Verse 3: Baby (Birdman)]
Nigga I ain’t gon’ never get enough of this game spittin’
Fuckin, drinkin champagne, and duckin haters and snitches
And pluckin’ at these niggas when they get outta line
And fuckin’ these hoes every chance I get some free time
Ain’t none of that come between me, gettin’ on the grind
Cause I’m bout my cheese, playboy at all times
3 bricks at nine
And nigga I need every bit of my $27,000 don’t be short not one dime
Now, you know how ya nigga’ll play ya
Will take hunnids off the top, only ya round could fade ya
I’m worth a million on my life; dead
I’m worth more here but if I die, playboy my family straight
I gotta habit of shootin’ them bones
I got it going on, and I put 50 G’s on the table
Won’t ya match it homie?
I love dollars but I rather play with thousands
I make mills and fuckin’ hoes in these public houses
I had so much money till it feared me
I wonder one day if them white folks come and get me
I love to floss and shine in the day time
But I rather ride low low, with limousine in the night time

[Hook 1,2: Juvenile]

[Outro: Juvenile]
Yea, yea
If my beef come imma march nigga step
If ya fuck with me imma march nigga step
Play with my people Imma march nigga step
Disrespect the Magnolia Imma march nigga step
Play with the CMB, bouta march nigga step, march nigga step

[Chorus]
Don’t wanna pretend with you
Talking India
I wanna do everything under the sun
I wanna do everything just 1 on 1
Ain’t have relationships since 09′
I want this shit right now can’t waste time
She so different, she so different
She so different, she so different
She so different, she so different
She so different, she so different

[Verse 1]
I can’t lie, I can’t tell my guys
That I’m in love and I feel so shy
And we both turnt up we from the Chi
But I don’t ask about her other guy
I just wanna eat you alive
Be seen with you just put me in your line
These niggas be hating don’t want me in your life
You gon’ hear stories about me that shit ain’t right
The way you lick your lips
The way you bite ’em
The way you answer your facetime I like ’em
I don’t got no hoes no more, I’m show you
When she make me go down low hear my vocals
She just think I’m talking
I can tell by her discussion
She only fuck with bosses
I can tell by her discussions
She fuck my head up
Feel like I got concussion
Them perks I swallow make me want you I’m just honest
I can’t lie no more
Late night don’t hang out with my guys no more
And you fine ain’t gotta be finer no more
I found her ain’t gotta find her no more
She found me in the trenches with hella bitches
It started in her DM I had to get it

[Chorus]
Don’t wanna pretend with you
Talking India
I wanna do everything under the sun
I wanna do everything just 1 on 1
Ain’t have relationships since 09′
I want this shit right now can’t waste time
She so different, she so different
She so different, she so different
She so different, she so different
She so different, she so different

[Verse 2]
I wanted you and you knew this shit
Won’t brag you with no money cause you used to it
I say I want a wife they say I’m losing it
Before we move too fast we was cooling it
Durkio, I’mma make you scream my name, Durkio
This shit ain’t for the fame, Durkio
Too real, too real for games, Durkio
I never been a lame, I just stay in my lane
She can get designer she don’t want it
She just wanna stay too plain
I like her she not goofy, she only like real niggas not no goofies
She about her paper, that blue cheese
She tweeted about a nigga and it blew me
I know what I gotta do
I know what I gotta prove
I just know what I gotta get
I know I got her approve
See I had that young mind young mind
I had a young mind young mind

[Chorus]
Don’t wanna pretend with you
Talking India
I wanna do everything under the sun
I wanna do everything just 1 on 1
Ain’t have relationships since 09′
I want this shit right now can’t waste time
She so different, she so different
She so different, she so different
She so different, she so different
She so different, she so different

[Intro: 6ix9ine]
Scum Gang!

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
I be on the block on the regular
With my niggas busting at the cops, on the regular
Bitches sucking dick, giving top, on the regular
Catch me water whipping straight drop, on the regular
Yeah you know I run up with the shit on the regular
Bare faced, I’ma hit a lick, on the regular
Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular
Yeah I’m 6ix9ine with the nine, on the regular

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Niggas want war yeah, kick the door yeah
Niggas want the sauce, yeah, shake ’em off yeah
I’m still in the hood yeah, bussin’ juggs yeah
Rollin’ through the city, yeah, with my niggas yeah
Niggas want that bitch back, I don’t chit-chat
Rubber band, click clack, blow your shit back
Baby I ain’t a hot boy, Imma block boy
Roll up to the block, make him Diddy Bop nigga

[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Nigga we be busting at the opps, on the regular
Nigga we be ducking from the cops, on the regular
Bitches sucking dick and giving top, on the regular
Shit that’s on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain’t regular
Nigga if you schemin’ for my spot it ain’t regular
Someone be controllin’ from the top on the regular
You can get the money when you die, it ain’t regular
Nigga with me ready to die on the regular
Pull up to the door yeah, get on the floor yeah
Pull up, we gon’ shoot, checkin’ out the store yeah
Different colored coupes, money on the floor yeah
And I got the juice, drippin’, drippin’ sauce, yeah
Pull up to the door yeah, get on the floor yeah
Pull up, we gon’ shoot, checkin’ out the store yeah
Different colored coupes, money on the floor yeah
And I got the juice, drippin’, drippin’ sauce, yeah
And they know what we’re all about
[?] drip ’til we stop
Let a nigga drip in his socks
Makin’ money flip for the mob

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Fuck it up, I fuck it up, hum yeah
Smack a lot, I smack a lot, hum yeah
I hit it on the tour bus, hum yeah
If I’m a player, you a slut, ooh yeah
I told my .38 "I love you,"
That my baby, when I pull up she pull up, too
See the, Hermes on the buckle ooh, then I
Light a band, on the duffle ooh yeah
Leave ’em wetter, make it rain, nigga
Put the thirty to your motherfuckin’ brain nigga, uh
I run around with the same niggas
Same niggas that’ll take a nigga chain, nigga

Erykah Badu got pulled over by cops so that they can say hi.

In weird news to kick off the new year, Erykah Badu got stopped by cops in Dallas on New Year’s Eve and it turns out that it was for nothing. She posted a video on Instagram laughing about the whole thing but some fans were not so much amused given the current relationship between cops and people of color. Fortunately for her, this stop was merely for the cops to say hi to a celebrity.

“Okay it’s New Year’s Eve and I just got pulled over and why are you pulling me over,” she said while turning her camera towards the cop who said, “Because I wanted to say hi.” It appears that Erykah Badu also had a young child in the car with her at the time. “I would’ve pulled you over…made u step out the car, take pictures with me and call my mama so she could say hi too,” one fan wrote.

Some fans weren’t so amused about it. “Lies they know they were trying to catch you slippen but nah your never slippin,” another fan said.

WTF BABYLON !! HAPPY NEW YEAERZZZZ!

A post shared by THE UNICORN (@erykahbadu) on Dec 31, 2017 at 8:06pm PST

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