Word On The Curb Is That Father-Of-7 Cam Newton & IG Comedienne Jazzy Are In Some Type Of Situationship

Another pandemic romance? Fans believe so. It appears NFL quarterback Cam Newton may have a new woman in his life. Word on the curb is that he’s dating Instagram comedian Jazmin "Jazzy" Brown. And there are receipts!

Check them out inside…

Is there a love connection between a NFL baller and an IG comedienne? Fans sure believe so after piecing together some social media content.

There’s talk that New England Patriots quarterback Cam Newton has a new woman in his life and folks believe it’s Instagram comedienne Jazmin "Jazzy" Brown. The reason? Well, she’s been commenting and liking flicks and videos on his social media pages type heavy. Not only that, there are rumors that the two have been spotted together in Atlanta and in L.A. And some folks believe their social media pics prove she’s been posting from his house.

We know what you’re thinking…didn’t he just welcome a baby boy with IG fitness model Reina Shaw a few years ago? Yes, he did. On Father’s Day last year, Cam gushed about being a father of 7 children – five biological ones and two stepchildren between his ex-girlfriends Kia Proctor and Reina Shaw. Cam took on the father role for Kia & Reina’s children both had from previous relationships.

While his hands are busy juggling his time being a father and playing quarterback for the Patriots, he has still found time for another girlfriend…allegedly. 

Word on the curb is that Cam is dating/seeing/(or whatever else you want to include here) Instagram comedian Jazmin "Jazzy" Brown.

Chick has been heavy in his comments on social media lately:

Before she became a regular in Cam’s comment section, fans were already piecing things together.

In February 2021, both Cam and Jazzy shared flicks that they were watching the sun rise on Venice Beach. Of course, they didn’t post pictures of themselves together, however, they did put up IG Stories right after one another, which you can check out below:

Mmhmm…

Following the IG Stories flicks, they also posted up timeline photos: 

 

 
 

 

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A post shared by Jasmin Brown (@watchjazzy)

Before that, Jazzy shared a workout video in Summer 2020 where a man who appears to be Cam makes a quick cameo. If you blink, you may miss it. Check it out below:

 

 
 

 

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A post shared by Jasmin Brown (@watchjazzy)

There’s talk on the Internet that Jazzy often joins Cam at a gym in Atlanta and they work out together.

Oh, but get this…

In March 2021, Reina posted a picture with her son’s father Cam after a workout, which served as the first photo of Cam and Reina together….ever.

Months later, there’s talk that Jazzy is posing it up at Cam’s Boston apartment…

IG blog WagsUnfiltered put photos of Jazzy and Cam side-by-side, claiming she was at his Boston residence. It’s unclear if she was actually there, so you can be the judge of that: 

 

 
 

 

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Well alright.

Photos: Cam’s IG/Jazzy’s IG

TRAGIC: Woman & Boy Reportedly Drown In Pool At Carl Crawford’s Houston Home + Twitter Sends Out Condolences

In very tragic news, a 25-year-old woman and 5-year-old boy have reportedly drowned in a pool at ex-Dodger star Carl Crawford’s home yesterday. Details inside…

Carl Crawford – ex-Dodgers player turned 1501 Entertainment honcho – hosted a small gathering at his Houston home yesterday. Sadly, it ended with a double drowning in his pool.

According to reports, a 25-year-old woman and a 5-year-old boy drowned in Carl’s pool. Local news station KHOU-11 reports the woman and child were pulled from the pool at the North Houston home and emergency crews performed CPR on both victims at the scene. Sadly, both victims reportedly died at the hospital, according to Houston police.

Below is video from the scene taken by the local news site:

TMZ reports Carl was inside when the young boy wandered off and fell into the swimming pool. The woman – who was caring for the child – jumped in after him, but they both drowned. Sources tell the site the ex-MLB player tried to revive them the best he could, but was unsuccessful.

In March, Carl posted an IG video relaxing by his pool:

 

 

 
 

 

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When Im chilling I like to sit back and let these sounds soothe me

A post shared by Carl Crawford (@1501_certified_ent) on Mar 24, 2020 at 2:02pm PDT

 

Small gatherings of under 10 are currently allowed under Houston’s stay-at-home order.

It’s unclear what the relationship was between Carl and the two victims. It’s also unclear the relationship between the woman and the boy.

Houston’s DJ Mr. Rogers hopped on Twitter to send condolences to IG model Slim Marie. It’s rumored that it was her son who drowned in Carl’s pool but that has NOT been confirmed.

 

Rest Easy Baby Kay….. Stay strong @slimMarie_

— DJ Mr. Rogers (@djmrrogers) May 17, 2020

 

"Rest Easy Baby Kay….. Stay strong @slimMarie_," he tweeted.

There’s a Twitter thread that also claims Slim’s son drowned in the pool:

Users have been sending out condolences to Slim Marie:

 

@slimMarie_ love you more than words can explain…. my heart goes out you frfr ! I know you stronger than a Average human being but this one fight you can’t fight by yourself…. love you and I’m here with you babe !

— Francois Calvin (@dertydoo_3) May 17, 2020

 

 

My heart goes out to you @slimMarie_ nobody deserves to feel this pain, ESPECIALLY YOU. you have such a pure heart. God got you baby.. you’ll remain in my prayers.

— Rosco_dashh (@DashhRosco) May 17, 2020

 

 

Prayers to Slim Marie and her family

— (@KamiNiru) May 17, 2020

 

 

Heart goes out to Slim Marie & her son.

— its 1:25 baby (@JodieSayWhaa) May 17, 2020

 

 

Y’all pray for @slimMarie_ god has you sweetheart.

— HARD ON A HO (@shinetiime) May 17, 2020

 

So sad.

The indentity of the woman is still unknown, but it’s alleged to be a friend of Slim Marie’s.

"Basketball Wives" star Evelyn Lozada – Carl’s ex-fiancee – put up a post on IG Stories about cherishing every moment:

Story still developing…

 

Photo: Carl’s IG

SAY WHAT?! LeBron James BLASTED By NFL Player’s Wife For Allegedly Cheating With Instagram Model

LeBron James is being accused of cheating on his wife, Savannah James, with an Instagram model. The person blasting him for allegedly cheating happens to a former friend of the IG model and she’s also the wife of Denver Broncos tight end Nick Vannett. Oop. More inside…

LeBron James supposedly cheating on his high school sweetheart/wife Savannah James?

Well, according to former Miss Idaho Erza Haliti, who’s married to Denver Broncos tight end Nick Vannett, he is. She claims King James has been creeping behind Savannah’s back with an Instagram model named Sofia Jamora:

Apparently, Sofia and Erza used to be friends, but they seemingly had a falling out because Erza is spilling some scolding hot tea. Erza hopped on her IG Stories, posting a picture of LeBron James on the basketball court with the caption:

"Am I the only one that’s not a fan of LeBron? I guess I’ve never been a fan of guys that cheat on their wives especially with @sofiajamora."

Yes, chick even tagged her former friend in the post so she know it’s real. Sofia is no stranger to hitting up Lakers games at the Staples Center:

 

 

 
 

 

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huge basketball fan

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No word from Sofia, who will be celebrating her 23rd birthday soon, about the rumors:

 

 

 
 

 

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taurus szn

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anyone looking for a quara-bae?

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And the Lakers baller certainly hasn’t said anything about the rumors.

This isn’t the first time LeBron has been accused of getting closer than close to an IG model.

 

 

 
 

 

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In 2016, Miami Instagram model Rachel Bush told the world Lebron DM’d her by sharing what he sent. In 2017, he allegedly slid into IG model Heidi Hoback’s account. Hmph.

Do we believe it?!

 

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SURPRISE! Michelle Obama’s ‘Becoming’ Documentary Is Coming To Netflix Next Month!

Now THIS is the surprise we needed. A documentary that follows Michelle Obama on her “Becoming” book tour will be released on Netflix next month. More inside…

Ok, so we knew Forever President Barack Obama and Forever First Lady Michelle Obama – who run Higher Ground Productions – inked a major production deal with Netflix. What we didn’t know was that a documentary featuring FLOTUS was coming down the pipeline!

FLOTUS will be featured in “Becoming,” a documentary that will highlight Mrs. O as she travels to 34 cities on her book tour. “Becoming” is directed by Oscar nominated cinematographer Nadia Hallgren and it will be available to stream on May 6th.

 

 
 

 

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I’m excited to let you know that on May 6, @Netflix will release BECOMING, a documentary film directed by Nadia Hallgren that looks at my life and the experiences I had while touring following the release of my memoir. Those months I spent traveling—meeting and connecting with people in cities across the globe—drove home the idea that what we share in common is deep and real and can’t be messed with. In groups large and small, young and old, unique and united, we came together and shared stories, filling those spaces with our joys, worries, and dreams. We processed the past and imagined a better future. In talking about the idea of ‘becoming,’ many of us dared to say our hopes out loud. I treasure the memories and that sense of connection now more than ever, as we struggle together to weather this pandemic, as we care for our loved ones, and cope with loss, confusion, and uncertainty. It’s hard these days to feel grounded or hopeful, but I hope that like me, you’ll find joy and a bit of respite in what Nadia has made. Because she’s a rare talent, someone whose intelligence and compassion for others comes through in every frame she shoots. Most importantly, she understands the meaning of community, the power of community, and her work is magically able to depict it. As many of you know, I’m a hugger. My whole life, I’ve seen it as the most natural and equalizing gesture one human can make toward another—the easiest way of saying, “I’m here for you.” And this is one of the toughest parts of our new reality: Things that once felt simple—going to see a friend, sitting with someone who is hurting, embracing someone new—are now not simple at all. But I’m here for you. And I know you are here for one another. Even as we can no longer safely gather we need to stay open and able to put ourselves in other people’s shoes. Empathy is our lifeline here. Let’s use it to redirect our attention toward what matters most, and find ways to better remake the world in the image of our hopes. Even in hard times, our stories help cement our values and strengthen our connections. Sharing them shows us the way forward. I love and miss you all. #IAmBecoming

A post shared by Michelle Obama (@michelleobama) on Apr 27, 2020 at 10:00am PDT

 

FLOTUS shared the good news on her IG account, writing: 

"Those months I spent traveling—meeting and connecting with people in cities across the globe—drove home the idea that what we share in common is deep and real and can’t be messed with. In groups large and small, young and old, unique and united, we came together and shared stories, filling those spaces with our joys, worries, and dreams. We processed the past and imagined a better future. In talking about the idea of ‘becoming,’ many of us dared to say our hopes out loud," Mrs Obama wrote in a caption on her IG account. "I treasure the memories and that sense of connection now more than ever, as we struggle together to weather this pandemic, as we care for our loved ones, and cope with loss, confusion, and uncertainty.

"It’s hard these days to feel grounded or hopeful, but I hope that like me, you’ll find joy and a bit of respite in what Nadia has made. Because she’s a rare talent, someone whose intelligence and compassion for others comes through in every frame she shoots. Most importantly, she understands the meaning of community, the power of community, and her work is magically able to depict it."

 

Peep the trailer below:

Watch party, anyone?

Photo: Netflix

Emmanuel Hudson DRAGS Ex-Comedic Partner Spoken Reasons For Allegedly Stealing Money From ‘Asking All Them Questions’ Video On ‘Wild ‘N Out’

When friends become enemies. Social media comedian OGs Emmanuel Hudson and Spoken Reasons had some unfinished business to tend to, so Emmanuel decided to handle it on a recent episode of “Wild ‘N Out” and he let his fremeny Spoken Reasons HAVE IT! Check it inside…

They say money is the root of all evil and that proves to be true for former friends/social media influencers Emmanuel Hudson (aka E-Man) and Spoken Reasons.

A little backstory…

Emmanuel and Spoken Reasons are two social media comedians/influencers who joined forces on the classic “Asking All Them Questions” video in 2012. It quickly went viral and ended up raking in over 66 MILLION views. The comedic duo collaborated on other songs together as well, which appeared to be the makings of a new comedic duo that would be taking over our timelines with funny content, but it ended abruptly.

Fans wondered what happened to them because they had chemistry and a huge following. Spoken sort of fell off the grid after his career seemingly nose dived following a supporting role in The Heat, starring opposite Sandra Bullock and Melissa McCarthy. Emmanuel went on to become a cast member on Nick Cannon’s “Wild ‘N Out" and he also appeared in Ride Along, starring opposite Ice CubeKevin Hart.

Apparently, they hadn’t spoken in years, but they came face-to-face when Spoken appeared on a recent episode of “Wild ‘N Out.” And Emmanuel was READY.

During the Wild Style segment of the show (where they freestyle while cracking jokes on one another), the elephant in the room was addressed and let’s just say E-Man went lethal on Spoken to the point of no return. Emmanuel rapped about how Spoken “snatched” the money made from the “Asking All Them Questions” video and how he started "moving funny" when he was hitting him up about the money made from their popular song.

Check it:

 

“Asking all them questions” the reunion ! pic.twitter.com/VtcwJHrzbb

— IG: @emanhudson (@Emanhudson) April 15, 2020

 

ETHERED!

After the show aired, Spoken hopped on Live to tell his side of the story. He claims they both put the video on their separate YouTube channels, so he doesn’t owe Emmanuel anything. In the LIVE, he urged Emmanuel to SUE him if he actually owes him money.

Spoken also shared receipts that they both got paid for the song:

 

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— Spoken Reasons (@SpokenReasons) April 15, 2020

 

It didn’t stop there either. They took their beef to Twitter as well:

 

Facts , I kept quiet for years https://t.co/DQFQ1TXbaF

— IG: @emanhudson (@Emanhudson) April 16, 2020

 

 

It’s ppl like you that don’t know the full story & get on here and form ignorant opinions. No one held a grudge for 7 years! I took the high road for 7 years & he came after to me on top of what happened. Know the story before forming opinions. https://t.co/qMQWc6QqWJ

— IG: @emanhudson (@Emanhudson) April 16, 2020

 

 

That’s it! https://t.co/cEN0UMz4Wh

— IG: @emanhudson (@Emanhudson) April 16, 2020

 

 

Who knows. At the time , I made 40k in a month off a video that didn’t have Nearly as many views as questions. So I could only imaging the money he brought in that year. At the time it was all about who uploaded if first. And he got a day head start. https://t.co/6NobqEgkAw

— IG: @emanhudson (@Emanhudson) April 16, 2020

 

Emmanuel said he tried to reach out to Spoken to chop it up about the money, but he changed his number:

 

I tried…check the dates pic.twitter.com/rNulwaxSDt

— IG: @emanhudson (@Emanhudson) April 16, 2020

 

 

, these were sent to me by the way .. pic.twitter.com/uEJ4LZkfGx

— IG: @emanhudson (@Emanhudson) April 16, 2020

 

Another Twitter user claims Spoken did her the same way. Peep the thread below:

 

The same way he did @Emanhudson he did me. It was so triggering. When I asked him for credit he was slick to even give any. Man ain’t ever break me off a piece of nothing, give the true videographer and director no credit, no dinner nothing.

— Get Right With Lisa (@_gtprincesslisa) April 16, 2020

 

Spoken responded:

 

Errbody coming at me for not paying them.. Then on the other end I paid hundreds of people throughout the years. Why am I the only content creator that’s expected to pay when everybody else out here work with others many times for free and exposure? You don’t talk, you don’t eat!

— Spoken Reasons (@SpokenReasons) April 17, 2020

 

 

He got paid…. More than me! He actually owns the song and had it on his page making millions too

— Spoken Reasons (@SpokenReasons) April 17, 2020

 

It seems Spoken learned a lesson. He said from now on, he’s going to have his paperwork straight:

 

From here on out paperwork for everything even if ya Dog show up..

— Spoken Reasons (@SpokenReasons) April 17, 2020

 

Whew, chile. A mess!

Photos: Emmanuel’s IG/Spoken Reasons’ IG

 

 

Princess Nokia – Sugar Honey Iced Tea (S.H.I.T.) Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus]
Sugar honey iced tea
These bitches don’t like me
These bitches wanna fight me
And doin’ shit just to spite me
I see them talking on the IG
Think you jealous maybe high key
I got the juice I got the high seat
Do I care? Unlikely

[Verse 1]
You must have time on your hands
‘Cause all the time you been hatin’
I know you’re mad that I’m famous
I know you’re mad that I made it
When all the time you been hatin’
You could’ve turned into something
Sometimes it works out for people
Sometimes it really just doesn’t
Don’t do this shit to be famous
I do this shit ’cause I love it
I shot an arrow said “Fuck it”
I took a chance, came from nothing
You have to go for it, want it
You have to rise up above it
If you go on expecting
Well girl I think that you’re buggin’
How you want what I have?
You ain’t workin’ yourself
That toxic energy shit
Ain’t really good for your health
I think you need better goals
‘Cause oh my God you seem lost
You talkin’ shit ’bout my music
But what the fuck have you dropped?
Now what the fuck have you done?
Accolades, you have none
Your lazy ways get you none
I’ll go and pray for you hun

[Chorus]
Sugar honey iced tea
These bitches don’t like me
These bitches wanna fight me
And doin’ shit just to spite me
I see them talking on the IG
Think you jealous maybe high key
I got the juice I got the high seat
Do I care? Unlikely

[Verse 2]
I’m on the train throwing soup
The racist men making threats
I’m not gangster but I can tell you I love to throw hands on racists, bigots and scum
I don’t like drama, it’s dumb
I don’t be fightin’ no women
I don’t be totin no guns
I hate domestic abusers
In fact they all make me sick
This dude poured wine on my friend
I punched straight in his shit
I got a real code of honor
That I take seriously
If Colin Kap was a woman then I’d be dead on one knee
My revolution is soulful
I’m healing kids with my hands
I’m talkin’ loving my people
Not fighting bitches for brands
I got no hate in my heart
I think it’s funny I rap
I did not bang in these streets
And I did not trap in the trap

[Chorus]
Sugar honey iced tea
These bitches don’t like me
These bitches wanna fight me
And doin’ shit just to spite me
I see them talking on the IG
Think you jealous maybe high key
I got the juice I got the high seat
Do I care? Unlikely

Nicki Minaj – Suge (Remix) Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Nicki Minaj & DaBaby]
I had to do it (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Ha (Hm, hm)
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one (Rrrh, oo)

[Chorus: DaBaby]
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Drug lord, Griselda
I used to move weight through delta
So stay in your place ’cause I
Don’t wanna put you in a shelter
I’m cooking up in the kitchen
You could be my little helper
Go to the table and ask ’em
Do they want the flat or the seltzer?
I go where I want I’m good
My niggas’ll get them goods
So come off the chain and come off the watch
You gotta respect the jux
Queen sleazy era
And they never see me ever
‘Cause I send my shooters and they introduce us
As soon as I pull the lever (Brr)
I say “Choke me,” he do it
Every time that we do it
Nigga packing like Hewlett
I told him “damn nigga, you lit”
On that D going stupid
Got my ass-shots from Cupid
You could just ask Ken
He be like “Hadouken!” (Rrrh)

[Chorus: Dababy]
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
The first nigga play, I’ma body a nigga (Ha)
I just checked my balance
I’ll probably pull up to your hood
And come buy me a nigga (No cap)
You know that your ho told you that nigga crazy
Don’t think that she lied to you, nigga (Bitch)
Get caught with your ho when I’m poppin’ ’em both
Now they high just like Bobby and Whitney (Haa)
Say I’m the goat, act like I don’t know
But fuck it, I’m obviously winnin’
Don’t make me go hit the bank and take out a hundred
To show you our pockets are different (Ha)
I’m out with your bitch and I only want knowledge
She got a lil’ mileage, I’m chillin’ (Uh, uh)
You disrespect me and I’ll beat your ass up
All in front of your partners and children (Ahh, ahh)
I’m the type to let a nigga think that I’m broke
Until I pop out with a million (I pop)
Take 20K and put that on your head
And make one of your partners come kill you (Yeah)
Say he fuckin’ with me then he gotta grow up
‘Cause this nigga gotta be kiddin’ (Kiddin’)
This shit, it can’t fit in my pocket
I got it, like I hit the lottery, nigga (Hot, hot, hot)
Opp, I slap the shit out of niggas
No talkin’, I don’t like to argue with niggas (I don’t)
Ain’t gon’ be no more laughin’
You see me whip out guns
I’m gon’ be done shot me a nigga (No cap)
I don’t follow no bitches on IG
But all of your bitches, they follow a nigga (Ha)
And that lil’ nigga ain’t gon’ shoot shit with that gun
He just pull it out in his pictures (Bitch, uh)

[Chorus: DaBaby]
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)

Kanye West – New Bødy Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Oh my God, Ronny!

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
Can’t  wait to see your new body
Don’t  be actin’ like you don’t know nobody
No body count on your new body
I’ll be the first one to hit your new body
Oh,  whoa

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
New  ass, new tits, new bitch, who this?
Who else you know this bad, with two kids?
Nobody,  ever, ever gave you shit
Nobody flew to Columbia like you did
Tryin’ the new ass out with the new drip
Only thing to ask, who first to hit?
‘Cause  far as you concerned, you is a new bitch
Them all, fuck them all, them niggas, they too rich
Old dick don’t count, if these titties don’t bounce
Ex niggas say they hit, tryna run up your account
Big dump on it now… Summer they were down
But they better act like they know who the fuck you now
This a new bitch
Gotta party table at the Ruth Chris
All bad bitches take a group pick
Had to step back ’cause she too thick
You used to twerk to every-every song
Saved up to buy an ass of your very-very own
FaceTime, body look like Dom Pérignon
Don’t pay me no attention, go on, carry on

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
Can’t wait to see your new body
Don’t be actin’ like you don’t know nobody
No body count on your new body
I’ll be the first one to hit your new body
Oh, whoa

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
You ain’t fuck me, you fucked the old body
You ain’t fuck Nicki, you fucked Nicole body
Ain’t no miles on this here new body
Off with they heads, these bitches is nobodies
Got-Got me a new body, now I need some new dick
Don’t let the woood, tryna stick me like a toothpick
Got me a new body, now I need some new dick
I bust shots, don’t duck, unless the shoe fit
Cookie game make me the G.O.A.T
Cookie game come with the throat
Puff puff pass, no you do not want the smoke
Bi-bi-bitches be sleepin’ on me, but be claimin’ they woke
Fuck up a check on my body
Then let him lick on my body, out in Abu Dhabi
You see me shinin’, you pissed
I-I-I think my haters just really be wantin’ a kiss
They know I’ll body you, sis (body, body)
Old nigga hit me and I say, “new body, who this?”
(Old nigga hit me and I say, “new body, who this?”)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
Can’t wait to see your new body
Don’t be actin’ like you don’t know nobody
No body count on your new body
I’ll be the first one to hit your new body
Oh, whoa

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
New body, you been workin’ hard
I’ve been on your IG page, lurkin’ hard
New boobie job, now they perfect
Six weeks off, it was worth it
Baby got that nip tuck, let me titty fuck
Hit her from the back, get my dick sucked
Put me on the scoreboard, make a new one
He said he hit before, not since you got your boobs done
You working on your abs, huh, you got your ass done
You better show it off, you better work it
Why they body shamin’, baby? I commend it
Doctor Ghavami, I recommend it

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
Can’t wait to see your new body
Don’t be actin’ like you don’t know nobody
No body count on your new body
I’ll be the first one to hit your new body
Oh, woah

Lil Nas X – Kick It Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Bizness Boi

[Chorus]
Run to, to me, for three
See, if you need weed, get it from me
It’s good
See if you want it, Nas, I got it, nigga, we should go and kick it
See you on the move, but we was cool, now don’t forget it
Oh come, get weed from me
It’s good

[Verse 1]
Now you all over the place
Sexy, yeah, I see your face
You just the nigga these days
My brother showed me your wave
Seen you on the TV, heard that Billboard took your chartin’ place
Heard your snippets on IG, man, tell me what’s the droppin’ dates
My big sister love you nigga, you the G.O.A.T., my uncle say
New pack just came in, my nigga, this that cookie funnel cake

[Chorus]
Run to, to me, for three
See, if you need weed, get it from me
It’s good
See if you want it, Nas, I got it, nigga, we should go and kick it
See you on the move, but we was cool, now don’t forget it
Oh come, get weed from me
It’s good

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Verse 2]
Oh, you just that nigga, now, can’t pick up, cool, then let me know
You ain’t got no talent, nigga, more up in my pinky toe
I just thought that we could kick it, why not let me know?
You’ll fall off, I’ll give it, oh
Two months, give or take a whole

[Chorus]
Run to, to me, for three
See, if you need weed, get it from me
It’s good
See if you want it, Nas, I got it, nigga, we should go and kick it
See you on the move, but we was cool, now don’t forget it
Oh come, get weed from me
It’s good

YG – Stop Snitchin (Remix) Lyrics

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[Intro: YG]
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga

[Chorus: YG]
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga (Uh-oh)

[Verse 1: YG]
I can smell a bitch nigga a mile away
Type of nigga so bitch, he should put “bitch-made” on his license plate (Bitch)
From that real shit, you bitch niggas play hide and seek (Bitch ass niggas)
Me and bitch niggas, we don’t conversate
Bitch niggas love saying real niggas tryna hate (Bitch ass nigga)
But nah, nigga, I’m a real nigga, I had to bag up weight
You got fear in your heart so you cooperate (Bitch)
I can’t stand how bitch niggas operate
You’s a bitch (Bitch), your mama know you a bitch (Bitch)
Your girl even know you a bitch (Bitch)
I don’t know how she suck your dick, pause
You got caught with some shit (Shit)
With your best friend and your clique (Clique)
Y’all got caught hittin’ a lick (Hit)
Everybody went down ’cause you snitched (Aw)
Whoever raised you ain’t do a good job at that (That)
Whoever raised you need to get slapped
Karma is a bitch and she gon’ get you, nigga, just like that
‘Cause once a bitch, nigga, always a bitch, facts

[Chorus: YG]
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga (Uh-oh)
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
Want me to rap, you gotta book a nigga (Uh-huh)
I fucked his bitch, I took that pussy from a pussy nigga (Yeah)
I’m bringin’ real niggas back, they overlooked a nigga (Uh-huh)
You like to show these niggas guns, I beat him, took your pistol (Hah)
I fuck her all off in the kitchen and I’m cookin’ with her
She made me bacon with the eggs, thought she was cookin’ dinner (Mmh)
Two hours later, you on IG takin’ pictures with her (Yeah)
Soon as I woke up, gave me head, that’s breakfast in bed (Yeah)
Told on your nigga, he went fed, they found out you scared (Hah)
You play with me, you gotta go, I ain’t gotta say it (Nope)
I pull it out, bitch, I’ma blow, so watch how you play it, you lil’…

[Chorus: YG]
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga (Uh-oh)
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga

GoldLink – Zulu Screams Lyrics

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[Intro]

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Hey, feelin’ like a brand new me
And the entourage where the latest be
And the sun don’t shine where the gangstas be
And we Russian roulette to a game of three
Pop one, pop two, pop three, pop four
And the sun don’t shine ’round the year no more
And the girls say yeah, ain’t no ‘no’ no more
And we richer than the rich, we ain’t poor no more

[Pre-Chorus: GoldLink]
I ain’t been back in a minute, that’s crazy
I ain’t seen you ’round, don’t call, don’t page me
Pull up on your block, don’t you ever try to fade me
Calm down, all good, baby, it’s gravy
I ain’t been back in a minute, that’s crazy
I ain’t seen you ’round, don’t call, don’t page me
Pull up on your block, don’t you ever try to fade me
Calm down, all good, baby, it’s gravy

[Chorus: Maleek Berry]
Oh, na, na-na
Keep it on the low, na, na-na
If you know, then you know, na, na-na
‘Cause you can’t catch me no more on the cellular, ayy
No more on the cellular, ayy

[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Yeah, hurt me, baby, put it on me like blam
One leg up, made that booty go wham
Smoke so much you done lost a pound
But I ain’t even trippin’, ass still hittin’
Body on go, IG, go
Snatch their wig, possess their soul
A man on road, squad on go
Your neck on green, my neck on froze

[Pre-Chorus: GoldLink]
I ain’t been back in a minute, that’s crazy
I ain’t seen you ’round, don’t call, don’t page me
Pull up on your block, don’t you ever try to fade me
Calm down, all good, baby, it’s gravy
I ain’t been back in a minute, that’s crazy
I ain’t seen you ’round, don’t call, don’t page me
Pull up on your block, don’t you ever try to fade me
Calm down, all good, baby, it’s gravy

[Chorus: Maleek Berry]
Oh, na, na-na
Keep it on the low, na, na-na
If you know, then you know, na, na-na
‘Cause you can’t catch me no more on the cellular, ayy
No more on the cellular, ayy

[Post-Chorus: Maleek Berry]
Oh, say yeah-yeah, say yeah-yeah
Oh, we gon’ be lowkey, say yeah-yeah
Oh, if you love me, say yeah-yeah
Oh, lowkey, yeah-yeah

[Bridge: Bibi Bourelly]
[?]

[Outro: Maleek Berry & Bibi Bourelly]
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah-yeah, yeah

Logic – Don’t Be Afraid to Be Different Lyrics

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[Intro: Logic]
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah

[Chorus: Logic]
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all

[Verse 1: Will Smith]
West Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground is where I… **** all that
Came in the game on my neon fresh
Won the first rap Grammy so I guess I’m blessed
Come off tours, walk on sets
Everybody followin’ the trends I set
60 million sold, doin’ it different
And my IG poppin’ from doing it different
Bad vibrations, I stay distant
RattPack, MSFTS, doin’ it different
Fortnite doin’ the Carlton dance
Come on, it’s just different, man

[Chorus: Logic]
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all

[Verse 2: Logic]
Used to be that motherfucker in the background
Yeah, but now I’m in the forefront
‘Cause I keep it more blunt, goddamn
Pump up the jam, pump up the volume
I’m not Rakim, but I’m doper than—
Pump up, pump up the jam, pump up the volume
I’m not Rakim, but I’m doper than Valium
Back in high school I was not the man
Now wherever I go they know who I am
From Maryland to Beijing I’m raging
Paging the doctor on call, the illest of them all

[Chorus: Logic]
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all

[Verse 3: Logic]
This is for the people goin’ hard in the gym
This is for the people goin’ hard on the dance floor
Pump up the heart rate and dance more
Pump up the, pump up the motherfuckin’ jam
Rhymin’ like Dr. Seuss, bitch I’m Sam I Am
I don’t give a damn ’bout lyrics
You should feel the spirit when you hear it
No fuckboys, a legend can’t get near it
Sucka em—sucka emcees they, sucka emcees, they fear it

[Chorus: Logic]
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all

Lupe Fiasco – Stack That Cheese Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Uhh, pen to the pad, metaphors on fleek
Took the words that I heard and I put em’ to the beat
Press up my tape then I put it in the street
Upload my thousands without my link
I’ma be upcoming just to see what they think
I’ma shoot me a video and put it on the ‘tube
I’ma spam IG to get up my views
And DM my favorite artist, say, “I’m gonna be huge”
Book me a show that the blogs gonna cover
And they all gon’ love it
The crowd gon’ turn up, is anybody out there?
Turn up the mic, we can’t hear you out here

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? I am just a baby

[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I gonna be slow if I pour up
But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tryna get the tour bus with the studio
It ain’t no buts, just bootyholes (uh)
Can’t be out here looking like dookie
When you’re tryna start a movement and come up on a movie role
Everything’s polished
I ain’t go to college, I was at the conference
Chopping with the DJs, tryna give my single on replay
And shit up on the game like colonics (colonics)
Hold the phone, take a flick with a fan for me (click)
Hit the strips with a brick of the dance money (strip)
I’m tired, let’s switch with the van for me
When I make it by, you’ll print the advance money

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? I am just a baby

[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I’m gonna be slow if I pour up
But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Hold up, light man, turn the lights on
Came a long way from when I was holding the mic wrong
Something for the hood and a whole lot of white songs
Like I evolved to a whole ‘nother life form
I’m just tryna make it happen, don’t attack that please
Can’t find a job, you can rap at least
Cause that’s what I did, I was at that leg
Right out of high school, tryna stack that cheese
You was tryna do what? Tryna stack that cheese
You wanna flip burgers, wanna stack that cheese
Make American singles, wanna stack that cheese
Make everybody smile, tryna stack that cheese
Tryna do it for a while, tryna stack that cheese
Talking frequent flyer miles how I stack that cheese
Tryna bundle up the money, tryna stack that cheese
Aye Stack, can we stack that please?

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? I am just a baby

[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I’m gonna be slow if I pour up
But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? I am just a baby

[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I’m gonna be slow if I pour up
But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here

Tyga – Freestyle w/ The L.A. Leakers – Freestyle #051

[Verse]
Pay me on the first, niggas know I broke the curse
How it feel when the Rolls is reversed? Nigga got it out the dirt
Bad bitches ’round, I’ma flirt and I’m goin’ for my eighth like Cur
Do you concur? Catch me if you can lil purp
I go Kyrie Curry on the verse, ball like a Nerf
Meet me on the turf, I don’t mean for real, group of these niggas nerd
Full of that sizzurp, you will get serve
My niggas make you hide your face like H.E.R
And I like her, titties are first
Big green Phantom got ’em hooked, Lary Bird
Give ’em the bird, fuck what you heard, I’m the best rapper-er
Niggas call me tiger, that’s whiter than a ice berg
I’m nicer than your favorite rapper on perks
I might curve if she don’t got good slurp
Be nicer, put you on a RIP shirt
Yes-er, ridin’ in a two-seat seater
I love ho but I still gotta bang, eat her
Believe it or not, came back from the sunken, now I’m cream of the crop
I need cash on spot, I don’t want the deposit
I got DMs from every IG thot
But I’m locked in, studio 24-7
I just popped in, fuckin’ with the niggas, when I leave, its gon’ rekill
I’ma wait at your house, my girl’s top tier
If we talkin’ overall, I’m top ten
Flows, car, bitches, ice
King in Dubai like fuck the price
Lookin’ at yours, I’m like “fuck my life”
Lookin’ at yours, I’m like “you’re right”
I might go psych, go might (might, might might)
It’s redrum, I’m psych (psych, psych, psych)
Bitch, I’m always right
Everybody wanna be like Mike
Big bank take lil’ bank
Ayy, fuck around, I need another bank
Ayy, thirteen hundred stars in the Wraith
Woo, and I’m on that forty-two man
Yeah, big bank take lil’ bank
Uh, this my shit when I’m in the Wraith
And my Maybach up to date

Russ – Don’t Fall For It Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
They prolly gonna call this hate
But people hate the truth
Fuck it

[Chorus]
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Promotin’ lean but they save it for the you type artist (ha)
“Do what a I say, not as I do” type artist
Y’all are locus, poisonin’ the youth for clicks
What’s your addiction got to do with always postin’ it?
Smilin’, playin’ games, makin’ skits, makin’ jokes wit it
But you can’t say you opposed to it if you constantly promotin’ it
Y’all just the grams’ drug abusers and how-to’s, y’all condonin’ it
How you gonna say you car about the youth, but you constantly corrodin’ it?
Now I won’t say that you’re facadin’ the pain
But you definitely postin’ drugs as a marketing game
You targeting fame, you can fool the youth, not me
You raisin’ the next generation of addicts on IG
I promise you, that’s not the very promisin’ you
You hate the truth, that’s why the truth is botherin’ you
I know, your drugs get more like than your music does
Thats why you post more drugs than your own music, huh?

[Chorus]
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Lotta rappers tellin’ on themselves for likes, it’s a gimmick
You don’t use guns, it just helps sell the image
If you really pullin’ triggers, you don’t post guns
‘Cause you know they’ll use that image to take your from home, umm
You got a image to uphold, I get it, you and yo face tats
You the tough guy that always stay strapped
Yeah, I see you do it
You post gats in texts
Without a lot of your songs, it would lack context
Makin’ some pots, braggin’ ’bout some modified shit
In the hopes that it’ll provoke some more Spotify hits
From the impressionable youth, that is followin’ you
‘Cause you ain’t scarin’ no one grown, and no one true
This ain’t news to anybody in the know, uh
But there is rules, you all is fuckin’ up the code, uh
The only thing y’all would ever shoot is the messenger
A lot of kid’s favorite rapper is a wrestler

[Chorus]
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3]
Lotta rapers are broke, flyin’ coach and be postin’
Fake chains from jewelers who just want their promotion
Always showin’ twenties with fives and ones
You got a hundred on each side to disguise the funds
Flip through it, charge the denomination
You should call the IRS and get some payment confirmations
I know your deals ’cause these lawyers talk
You ain’t a boss, you got a boss, let your employer talk
Y’all in royalty splits, ’cause you signed to a guy that just did a JB
Now you signed to a guy, that’s signed to a company, and they got gluttony
They ‘gon eat and give you what’s left, I feel the oven heat
From here, too many cooks in the kitchen, look around
You don’t own shit from you masses and your account
Plus y’all don’t tour, no tune core, your buzz plummitin’
No indie catalog, you gave away your publishin’

[Chorus]
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it

Wale – Complicated Lyrics

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Let’s be honest, shorty
I got bitches, you got niggas, don’t be modest, shorty
Complicated but simple, I don’t know how to call it
I be smoking you be drinkin’, we both tired of fallin’ in lust
I can’t find nobody, I can zone out and can talk to
I don’t want no wifey, don’t get mad if I don’t call you
Get you Chanel shit, from what they gave me at this walk through
I can tell you ain’t had nobody to give your all to
Understand I’m street as fuck, might get you a beamer truck
I was taught just throw some bread, every time I seen a duck
Grippin’ and I keep it tucked, she felt it while she huggin’ me
Am I happy to see you, nah, this shit help me move comfortably
Sit you down in front of me, massage you like I love your soul
You sleep all up under me, I treat you like the one I chose
It’s complicated, your momma hate it, I get inside, you say I’m amazin’
Fresh out the shower, I probably taste it, no conversation
What is love when you lustin’, afraid of trust and you either fuckin’ or fussin’
I never happen to rush it, that make ’em come fuck the function up
That’s why I got no connections, just chicks that wanna fuck
Then argue, I don’t love enough, make sure I pick some rubbers up
Kyrie don’t need no sisters, probably only make women
My past chicks is forbidden, from livin’ this life with me
You might of came to studios but you ain’t write for me
You only watch me pour my lean, ain’t sip no Sprite with me
She got ass, look at her face, my niggas’ hypin’ me
Still can’t take this ride with me, I think about you, while I’m fuckin’ her
It’s complicated, I’m tellin’ on myself, won’t say another word

[Verse 2: Wale]
It’s complicated to find a lady in my generation
That’s not preoccupied with social clout
We almost fazing out from the high we get from love and conversation
To go on IG galavanting for likes and shit, oh, it’s complicated
I’m tryna say I need loyalty like Clyde Barrow was tryna get
When Bonnie was shot up riding shotgun with him
My problems are justified but, I gotta admit
I got someone who loves me so effortless
But, I’m so messed up from another chick I feel like such a bitch ass nigga
That my exes got the power with no effort to decline the next shawty I get
So, I’m guarded and shit
But, never mind that ’cause you’re a goddess and shit
What I’m tryna say is I like you but it’s complicated
Foundation on all my pillows, still your tender face is flawless when the sky kiss you
Should I bury you in compliments or buy gifts or
Just let you tell me bye and for that time I’ll miss you
My life is fairly complicated
You show too much of your heart I promise they confiscate it
I am young, black, and accomplished baby but
I’m not the type to bring home to mama, I’m just crazy
‘Cause I’m broad crazy, monogamy’s kind of hard for me
When I start throwing them curves that’s when they caught feelings
I got famous at a young age, I’m spoiled
I get paid, don’t go out so the club scene I’m bored of
I don’t believe in unicorns nor pure love, but more so the latter, seen Porzingis from courtside
I got missed calls from porn stars and church girls
You’d be surprised who get the wildest and squirt more

[Bridge]
Let’s be honest shawty
I got bitches you got niggas don’t be modest shawty
Don’t care about your IG pictures I don’t follow anyway
‘Cause, if I really like you I don’t like your pictures, dig it?

[Verse 3]
I believe that love is complicated at best
And at it’s worst it’s a permanent burning in your chest
I pray to earn that from somebody someday
But, somehow someway, I no longer have a heart to invest
It’s miles away, the smiles is fake and my job ain’t real
Why would you think I’ll find a woman who is?
I’m high today, tomorrow I’m chill ’cause my job get real
What mature woman would put up with my shit?
I mean I’m damaged goods
I mean, I’m rather good at being just kind of good to women who deserve more from me
But, I see you as something more than a purring kitty
You hate my state of mind, somehow you think the world of me

[Outro]
It’s complicated
It’s complicated
It’s complicated
It’s complicated
Just be honest shawty
I got bitches you got niggas don’t be modest shawty
Don’t care about your IG pictures I don’t follow anyway
‘Cause if I really like you I won’t… fuck it
Block all them bitches, ’cause it’s complicated

MoneyBagg Yo – Break Da Internet

[Intro]
I walk and talk like a check my nigga, like
Don’t slip on the drip
Error, error, she might fuck around and crash, hahaha

[Chorus]
If they found out who I’m fuckin’ I’ma break the internet (hey)
She shake ass on the gram, time to break the internet
He want attention, chasing clout, tryna break the internet (pussy)
If I upload my account, I’ma break the internet (crash)
If I post a million cash I’ma break the internet
They like damn look at Bagg, he just broke the internet
When she walk she know she bad, she gon’ break the internet
Skrrt skrrt skrrt, that whip fast, bet it break the internet

[Verse 1]
Ayy my bitch look like a Kardash’
She trippin’, all in the car mad (why?)
Keep bringin’ up hoes from the past
I told her shut up and bought her a bag (lil bitch)
Then I proceed to get to the cheese
My pockets on full but my tank on E
I walk around with all this goddamn money
I don’t need no teller, got the bank on me (hey)
They like how I’m dressin’ (I’m dressin’, I’m stylin’)
Racks bleu cheese (racks blue, ooh)
Water, water on me (swim and splash)
These blue seas (ocean)
Yellow my diamonds, they butter (ugh)
I’m in the coupe with the cutter
Nut on her face, I’ma slut her (ugh)
Then celebrate to her brother (hah)
I got my name out the concrete (concrete)
You in the back like the carseat (pussy)
Paint you a picture, artist
Might show my bitch on my IG (hey)
She topped me out of a knapsack (hey)
These bitches poison, anthrax (hey)
I want that cap like a snapback (ugh)
Let me record it on Snapchat (snap)

[Chorus]
If they found out who I’m fuckin’ I’ma break the internet (hey)
She shake ass on the gram, time to break the internet
He want attention, chasing clout, tryna break the internet (pussy)
If I upload my account, I’ma break the internet (crash)
If I post a million cash I’ma break the internet
They like damn look at Bagg, he just broke the internet
When she walk she know she bad, she gon’ break the internet
Skrrt skrrt skrrt, that whip fast, bet it break the internet

[Verse 2]
I might just make her my missus (wifey)
Get her some ass and some titties (surgery)
Then I’ma Rollie her wrists (bust down)
I’ll have her shit on these bitches (ugh)
She want the dick from the front (front)
She gon’ make your boy give her the junk
He can’t make a hit like a blunt (so what?)
So he tryin’ publicity stunt
I know that you notice me (notice me)
These bitches all over me like I was Jodeci (singer)
Got the stick in the coat with me (coat with me)
It ain’t no foldin’ me, it ain’t no ho in me
I’ma break the social sites, ridin’ in a creature, parasite
Look how my teeth flare at night
Ruger, NuNu, scary sight (bop bop)

[Chorus]
If they found out who I’m fuckin’ I’ma break the internet (hey)
She shake ass on the gram, time to break the internet
He want attention, chasing clout, tryna break the internet (pussy)
If I upload my account, I’ma break the internet (crash)
If I post a million cash I’ma break the internet
They like damn look at Bagg, he just broke the internet
When she walk she know she bad, she gon’ break the internet
Skrrt skrrt skrrt, that whip fast, bet it break the internet

G Herbo – Sins Lyrics

[Intro]
I speak the truth, I live the truth, I respect the truth
I respect the grind man
Niggas who be they self you try to force yourself upon some shit that you ain’t and you never been
I just can’t relate to it, look

[Verse 1]
The rap game kill niggas, literally
It turn gangstas into drag queens
They look down on workin’ hard like it’s a bad thing
Shit I’m the last man standin’ if you ask me
I was just broke not long ago, it feel like last week
Remember niggas in they Benz’s ridin’ past me
I never hated, used to see that shit as motivation
And I was lost up in the streets, I needed navigation
Ain’t wanna be no doctor, lawyer, ended up a patient
Young nigga said, “Fuck Jordans” went and copped a Sauer
Ruth’s Chris three times a week, I got tired of Goya
I’m from Chiraq but I got killa niggas in the Nola
Go get that money for tomorrow, fuck who did before ya
Don’t put yo focus in this bitches, they just gone destroy ya
Don’t put ya trust up in these niggas, man fuck these niggas
Cause when you ain’t so beneficial they stop fuckin’ witcha

[Hook]
That’s why I just be wit my niggas, fuck them other niggas
And every nigga always put they niggas over niggas
But I know my niggas ain’t nun like no other niggas
If you ain’t grinding, you just hating, you a sucka nigga
No we don’t do no Twitter beef, we really in these streets
We ain’t trippin’ bout no bitches, cause we know they freaks
And we really getting money, but we stay lowkey
If niggas really getting money, they gone let it speak

[Verse 2]
Can you break down your whole grind, and still keep it brief?
Instead of tellin’ Instagram what you make a week?
Ten-thou’, twenty-thou’ that’s what you make a week?
On my mother, fly nigga, spend that shit on briefs
Fifty for a pack of three? I spend that shit on tees
Fifty-thou’, hunnid-thou’? I spend that shit on jeans
Stunt on me? Lil nigga please, I do this shit with ease
A thousand on my G-Fazo’s I don’t do Giuse’s (Giuseppes)
Still 1500 for my jeans, bitch I love the B’s (I love Balmain)
200 for my Backwoods, you know we smokin’ P’s (Postooo!)
But I ain’t tryna stunt my nigga, run it up, Imma run it up
Tryna see 30 with a hunnid-mill, boy I pray to God I don’t fuck it up
Couple hunnid-thou’, I done fucked it up
Went and got it back told myself “enough”
Had to slow down I was in a rush
Two or three hunnid’ always in the cuffs
Spent 500 when I woke up
Young nigga living I ain’t give a fuck
Spent 10 thou’ like it wasn’t nun
Remember them days I ain’t have nun
Slide in them foreigns totin’ them thirties nigga, we slidin’ always stunting
Don’t IG none of our cars, can’t let niggas know how we comin’
But niggas know how we comin’
No Limit M.B. we drummin’
Pull up, everybody start runnin’, know foenem gone hit sumn’
I ain’t worried bout none of my enemies, I know I’m gone hit sumn’
I’m on defense, keep that thang wit me, gotta keep on gettin this money
But I know I’m on my way to better days
Some niggas hatin’ they wanna see me in my grave
Let me keep that .40, wanna see me in a cage
I jumped off that porch, and knew what was comin I seen it in so many ways
But I knew how to handle myself in the streets I can’t let that shit drive me insane
On the 8 we on point for the opps in the morning been at war for so many days
In the cut wit that bitch gotta watch for the Jakes, jumping and hopping the fence
50 shots and we bang, “Jumpout” the Gang, hop out the car wit them tents
And my niggas, they still in the hood everyday
Bitch I’m the only one traveling, tried to tell em to come on the road
All the time, they just wanna stay in the trap wit it. (Haann)

[Hook]
That’s why I just be wit my niggas, fuck them other niggas
And every nigga always put they niggas over niggas
But I know my niggas ain’t nun like no other niggas
If you ain’t grinding, you just hating, you a sucka nigga
No we don’t do no twitter beef, we really in these streets
We ain’t trippin’ bout no bitches, cause we know they freaks
And we really getting money, but we stay lowkey
If niggas really getting money, they gone let it speak

[Outro]
150 Dream Team the Campaign man
I’m focused full fledged, you know what I’m saying
Just on my shit, I ain’t too much
Anticipating all this other shit
What niggas got going on
I’m just on my own shit man
Big G Herbo, you already know what it is

Young Dolph – Playa Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Ayyyy
Buddah blessed this beat

[Verse 1]
What up?
All of these diamonds on me, they say I ain’t playin’ fair (damn)
Pull up at the mansion, I got cameras everywhere (uh)
Dobermans in the backyard like the president (uh)
Fifty bitches on my dick, call me Dolph the pimp (hey)
Don’t give a fuck, ain’t a rich nigga, you a shrimp (lil boy)
Court side with my lil son watchin’ LeBron and them, hah
P’s of cannabis, my nigga I sold tons of them, hah
Drop a bag on his head, each and every one of them, hah
And these bitches (what?), nah, we don’t love none of them (nah)
The police get behind this Rari, I’ma run from them (skrrt)
You know that they smokin’ weed and they got guns in there (yeah yeah)
Got a bad bitch waitin’ on me with no underwear (yeah yeah)
Black skirt, not a lick of panties under there (uh-huh)
Gangster from the start, my heart ain’t got no love in there (uh-huh)
They always on my IG just to see what I wear
Got somebody’s bitch bent over, from the back and pullin’ hair (huh)
Fuck it, I don’t care (fuck it)
Count better than I spell (fuck it)
It smoke how it smell (fuck it)
Fuck ’em, send some shells (fuck ’em)
I just bought a P to smoke and I ain’t got shit for sale (nah)
I know you can tell (what?), I’m a fuckin’ player (player)

[Chorus]
Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
Player player (player), player (player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player

[Verse 2]
Look how that shit hit (shine), Michael Jackson dancin’ (dance)
White bitch told me she wanna go fuck to Marilyn Manson (hol’ up)
My hood bitch said she wanna fuck me good then make a sandwich (okay)
I turned it to a traphouse but at first it was abandoned (trap)
The game been good to me (yeah)
A quarter milly every week (yeah)
I dream about cake when I sleep (yeah)
I wake up like it’s time to eat, hey
Fuck you, pay me (give me that)
Secure the bag daily (whoa whoa)
I’m thinkin’ new Mercedes
Your main bitch my baby (hah)
I fucked your favorite public figure but she say we dated (uh-uh)
My lil nigga can’t stay out of jail, he keep catchin’ cases (damn)
Two of my dogs, they fell out ’bout money and I swear I hate it (shit man)
I put extra ice on my wrist because it keep on achin’ (woo)
I put her legs behind her and now she keep on shakin’ (woo)
Bitch I went from a Cutlass (Cutlass), to a double R (R)
Light up my blunt then push a button, that motherfucker start (yeah)
Trap nigga living large (yeah)
I put that on God (ayy)

[Chorus]
Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
Player player (player), player (player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player

Lil Reese & Tee Grizzley – Ready 4 Real

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Bro in the back and he loading the steel
He keep repeating “I’m ready fa’real”
I catch the chills, when he shoot the mac
Cause I know that he tryna kill
You niggas playin’, ain’t ready to die
Chill, before you get ate like a meal (like a meal)
Pause, before you get shot like a film (like a film)
Ten’ll, have niggas jump on yo lid (jump on his lid)
Don’t go for the injury, go for the kill
Mission failed if niggas live (retry)
Niggas play roles, when I up the steel, they be like “Tee, I got kids”
Two FNN’s, I ain’t talkin’ bitches, when I say I’m ridin’ with the twins
Scope on the choppa, I ain’t talkin’ cameras, when I say I’m ridin’ with the lens

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Off the lean and the drink that’s a pour-up (pour up)
.40 on a nigga when we roll up (roll up)
Can’t control us (nah)
Smokin’ on the opp when we roll up (roll up)
Shit got tough I ain’t fold up (fold up)
Stackin’ all this money from the floor up (floor up)
Still in the hood and I blew up (blew up)
300 with me and I roll up (roll up)
Me and Tee Grizzley won’t slow up (nah)
Too much money can’t control us (nah)
Too many young niggas rollin’ (rollin’)
All of these young niggas blowin’ (blowin’)
All of these hoes be goin’ (goin’)
All my guns they blowin’ (blowin’)
I remember I ain’t had none (none)
Young nigga I ain’t had none (none)
Tryna turn none into some (some)
Me know I’ma make some (make some)
Me know I’ma take some (take some)
Me know I’ma shake some (shake some)
Get caught don’t say none (none)
Most of them gon say some
Chill ‘fore lil bro fade some
I caught the chills when he shot the mac
Shit gon happen then it’s that (then it’s that)
Knew I’m gon ride for my set (you know it)
Smokin’ on loud that’s a fact (dope)

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Niggas only thugs on the net (on the what)
Before I got verified, I had a check
A-R pistol make a mess of your flesh
2,000 pills, turn around with them racks (them racks)
I’m strapped, he strapped too (strapped too)
Blow strapped, Reese strapped too (glizzy’s)
Manny strapped cause niggas fu (boy)
Don’t let IG get you blew (bitch)
Watch me go in for the kill (for the kill)
Go anywhere cause I’m trill (I’m trill)
Ice hit in the dark cause it’s real (it’s ice)
Watch who you shoot they’ll tell (what)
Don’t give a fuck about 12 (naw)
Got niggas locked up in cells (free the real)
So don’t think that you safe in jail
Don’t say free bruh if you ain’t send no mail (bitch)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Bro in the back and he loading the steel
He keep repeating “I’m ready fa’real”
I catch the chills, when he shoot the mac
Cause I know that he tryna kill
You niggas playin’, ain’t ready to die
Chill, before you get ate like a meal (like a meal)
Pause, before you get shot like a film (like a film)
Ten’ll, have niggas jump on yo lid (jump on his lid)
Don’t go for the injury, go for the kill
Mission failed if niggas live (retry)
Niggas play roles, when I up the steel, they be like “Tee, I got kids”
Two FNN’s, I ain’t talkin’ bitches, when I say I’m ridin’ with the twins
Scope on the choppa, I ain’t talkin’ cameras, when I say I’m ridin’ with the lens

Cardi B Blast King Yella Amidst Offset Beef

Cardi B has had enough of King Yella speaking bad on her name.

Over the past week, Chicago rapper King Yella has been slandering Cardi B on social media telling his fans that he got with her before she was famous and even before she hooked up with Offset. Dancehall HipHop reported last week that Offset called up Yella on FaceTime and threatened to put hands on him if he doesn’t leave his girlfriend alone and as expected that threatened was not taken seriously.

Cardi B is now speaking up for herself and not only did she denied having anything serious with him in the past, she also claimed that she only knows King Yella as an acquaintance of her ex-fiance Tommy. You can watch the expletives laced video clip she posted on IG below. Bottom line is, Bardi says she never indulged in anything inappropriate with the Chicago rapper who has been posting photos of them together on his IG profile.

Offset is reportedly very angry with Yella for talking smack about Cardi B and things could escalate into a full-on feud that could play out in the streets.

#cardib exposes #kingyella for flexing like he smashed her when he didn’t

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MoneyBagg Yo – Ocean Spray

[Verse 1]
The coup came with a masseuse (Why you say that?)
That mean a masseuse massage me (yeah)
The bitch on IG with you (where she at now?)
With me now [?]
In the club i’m scraping the booth (VIP)
My glock on defense, it guard me
Pass the sprite imma pour me a deuce (activate)
25 for a pint, what they charge me
Speaking in the streets man I’m deep in (deep in)
I told my bitch she can’t be friends
That pussy a house go to sleep in
Dripping that sauce like i’m leaking
When she want it she demand it
She a lil savage like Randy (Randy)
You might get shot if I panic
I do my trick then I vanish (gone)
All of that 12 talking, it don’t move me
I’m over my head, my dawg, my Scooby
She text me here big head like i’m Stewie
I told her go fuck me good for some Louis
He got in that water Titanic (What happened?)
Left his ass slumped like [?]
I come and Debo some shit like i’m shook
You say you riding, that’s understood
I left some real niggas in the hood
I bring a mob with me if I could
How did this ever come to child support
What makes you think I don’t fuck with my lil boy
I can’t believe it like Ripleys
I’m getting molested by triplets
If you ain’t straight, keep your distance
Can’t stand the rain like Missy (Elliot)

[Hook]
I’m juiced up (juiced up what’s that?)
Ocean Spray (Ocean Spray)
I poured up
Might drink some more today
I’m hiding now, might float away if I was outside now
We live now
Sitting courtside with my sideline now (side bitch winning)
Them hitters might pull up and wet you up
Pluggg (what’s that?)
Ocean Spray
Don’t give a fuck where you catch em at
He got to go today (he got to go today)
Let’s ride now
Let’s load shit up and let’s slide now
Can’t hide now
About to pull up bussing that five now

[Verse 2]
I’m the one who keep the skreet button
Cheat code I got the easy button
These niggas left when they thought I was struggling
These bitches love me cuz they know I’m thugging (for sure)
She said she cry every night by my [?]
Tell her thank you I don’t appreciate it
I just want to burn your head, yeah and cremate you baby
I don’t want your relay
[?] told me they was plotting on me
Want to see me fall like the new year ball
Got to move like the president
And then second thought, I won’t move at all (What you doing?)
I’m smoking backwoods
Counting off backends so far I counted off 120
You talking all this shit, you ain’t about nun of this
I want all smoke 420
Ain’t no more [?] on my wave
I got the juice Ocean Spray
I put the dick in her face
I cannot save her like Mase
The bag getting bigger and bigger
No more time for these bitch ass niggas
Broke ass rappers and fake ass killers
No more sleeping on me, give me that pillow

[Hook]
I’m juiced up (juiced up what’s that?)
Ocean Spray (Ocean Spray)
I poured up
Might drink some more today
I’m hiding now, might float away if I was outside now
We live now
Sitting courtside with my sideline now (side bitch winning)
Them hitters might pull up and wet you up
Pluggg (what’s that?)
Ocean Spray
Don’t give a fuck where you catch em at
He got to go today (he got to go today)
Let’s ride now
Let’s load shit up and let’s slide now
Can’t hide now
About to pull up bussing that five now

Tamar Braxton Deletes Instagram Denies Being Back With Vincent Herbert

Tamar Braxton went lights out on Instagram after denying that she is back with her estrange husband Vincent Herbert.

The R&B singer was spotted on Tuesday arriving at the LAX with Herbert and their son and that triggered rumors that they are back together. Tamar quickly took to her Instagram to shot down the reports that she is back with her ex after getting him arrested on Christmas Day. She claim that the arrest was caused by a heated argument due to jealousy and intoxication. Fast forward to the second day in the new year and they were spotted traveling together like most civilize family do.

“NOPE! Sorry! Not together but since the craziness the other day, we DID agree to create a better environment for son!!” she wrote on IG. “P.s. we also agreed not to speak on this anymore in public after this! My son can read and he’s not dumb #2018goals #praymystrengthinthelord.”

After writing that on Instagram she then deleted her account. If you go on her profile on IG this is the page you will come across “user not found.” Perhaps a social media break is the best thing for her right now because you just can’t stop the media from writing about your personal life as a celebrity.

#TamarBraxton confirms that she and #VinceHerbert are not together, but they are creating a better environment for their son (view earlier post)

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Tamar Braxton Exposed Vincent Herbert After Arrest On Christmas

Tamar Braxton and Vincent Herbert divorce is turning into one messy reality TV show.

The R&B singer took to social media last night where she blasts her soon to be ex-husband Vincent Herbert for allegedly getting another woman pregnant and also assaulting her. The music executive was arrested on Christmas Day for spousal assault and has since been released on a $20,000 bond. Tamar Braxton has since clarified the arrest saying it was not from physical abuse, but more from alcohol intoxication and jealousy.

In a statement posted on her Instagram page, Braxton exposed her baby daddy for having another baby with a woman she called the “wh*re.” “Vincent Herbert is Having a baby and his Wh*re decided to let me know about it tonight,” she wrote on IG. “That stupid broke ass wh*re should check public records on Christmas before she goes through with it!! He called back (despite of his protection order) begging and lying…..like he’s hanging out with joe and Rocxi (from BET) oh yeah.. that’s creditable.. no shade.. however, before u judge me know the FACTS!! He’s a real piece of work!”

Tamar Braxton told her fans that 2018 will be a clean fresh start for her and Vincent Herbert will not be a part of her life in the new year. The singer separated from her husband of nine years and filed for divorce back in October of this year. Braxton’s mother recently went public saying that she feared the Herbert would hurt her daughter leaving fans to believe that he is physically abusing her. Because of that assessment, when news of his Christmas Day arrest surfaced online, hardly anyone was too surprised about it, but fortunately, no one was physically hurt.

Vincent Herbert has not responded to the allegations from Tamar, but he did deny her mother’s abuse claims.

Yikes this tea hunty! #TamarBraxton #VincentHerbert

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Future – Hate In Your Soul

[Intro]
Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 1]
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show
A couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico
Was a starter, something good
Now I pull up in the ‘Rari, I’m in my hood
Yeah, just rolling that dank up
Niggas ain’t never wanted no war with us
Niggas ain’t never did fly with us
Bitch my clique notorious
Bet you can’t come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like this
Got a bankroll like I’m still serving that fish scale
I did a girl in private, she don’t wanna hide it
Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
I’m takin’ this personal nigga like Monica
I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered
I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I’m in Chanel and Prada

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 2]
You in them cuts ’cause that’s your hiding ritual
You at your grandma house, you posted up
You put that chopper on IG
You ready to let it go to make ’em how to believe it
You hit your block an’ get in it
You hit that block an’ get in it
You used to glorify this life, nigga
Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga
You see how niggas think about you?
Now, you layin’ on the pavement
Nigga, bleedin’ from your backside
‘Boutta take a long vacation
Pour out Hennessey for you
Pour some Hennessey for you
I know that’s your favourite drink, nigga
(I know that’s your favourite drink)

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

Cardi B and Offset Turning Up On Instagram Live Amidst Cheating Scandal

Cardi B and Offset are unbothered by the cheating reports.

The two love birds were on Instagram Live turning on Christmas while everyone else were on Twitter discussing his alleged cheating scandal. Last weekend hackers started leaking explicit videos of Cardi B online and also a video allegedly of Offset with another woman in a hotel room. Sources say the video clip was recorded back in September around the time that the Migos rapper cheated. Other sources are calling the video bogus saying that its not Offset since the clip never show his face, but you can see a thick female parading in the hotel room in her birthday suit.

There were some talks that the pair have broken up again but this video clip pretty much clear that rumor up. We’re told that the spent Christmas together with their families and the two were laughing at the Twitter firestorm cause by the leaked videos. Cardi B went on IG Live last night showing her fans Offset dry humping her. “I don’t got no more in me left you got to give me a whole hour,” she said jokingly.

This is the second time that Cardi B and Offset are getting caught up in breakup rumors over the last few months. Sources are now saying that haters are trying to tear them apart and last weekend Bardi rant in a video posted on IG that things have been going so good for her that she is expecting something bad to happen. “A lot of good things been happening to me ya’ll, it has been so good like you know my career, I got a good azz family, and I am so thankful,” she said in the clip while breaking down into tears. She is absolutely right, it’s been one heck of a year for Cardi B.

#cardib and #offset were on ig live turning up last night. Looks like they r unfazed by cheating rumors

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Cardi B and Offset May Have Broken Up Again After Hackers Leaked Video Of Him Cheating

Cardi B and Offset may have broken up again after hackers leaked videos of the Migos rapper cheating.

Back in October, Cardi B dumped Offset after rumors started circulating that he had cheated on her. There were also some chatters that she may have broken up with him to rekindle her relationship with her ex-boyfriend. Turns out that was not the case after the pair quickly patched things up and within a few more days they got engaged. Now there might be more trouble in paradise.

Sources told Dancehall HipHop that hackers got into Offset’s iCloud account and uncovered a bunch of photos and videos including nude photos of Cardi B. We’re told that the hackers have been sending content to the “Bodak Yellow” rapper including a video of her fiance and another woman inside a hotel. The video appears to be recorded from back in September around the time that the Migos rapper allegedly cheated on her. Over the weekend, Cardi B posted some cryptic messages on Twitter and Instagram telling her fans that she is emotionally and thanking them for their support.

“I’m emotional today guys ..It’s a weird feeling of happy and sad but I’m not sad. Im just real grateful that you guys been supporting my new record .Its a good feeling after people constantly discourage you .You guys giving me strength like VitaminD,” she tweeted. Right after she posted that message she started following her ex-boyfriend Tommy on IG.

I’m emotional today guys ..It’s a weird feeling of happy and sad but I’m not sad .Im just real grateful that you guys been supporting my new record .Its a good feeling after people constantly discourage you .You guys giving me strength like VitaminD

— iamcardib (@iamcardib) December 23, 2017

Judging from what she has been saying, Offset might be in for a very cold Christmas in the doghouse. “A lot of good things been happening to me ya’ll, it has been so good like you know my career, I got a good azz family, and I am so thankful,” she said in a video before she started tearing up.

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Problem – Ain’t Like You (feat. Ne-Yo & Terrace Martin)

[Verse 1: Ne-Yo]
Something like a stranger
Long time, no see
I’ve been in a film or two
But it’s you that’s acting Hollywood lately
I’ve been watching from a distance
Yeah, you poppin’ in your snaps and on IG
See you livin’ life but girl it’s been a minute
Since you checked up on me

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Oh, oh, oh
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to not hit my phone
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to up and get gone
It ain’t like you to not pick up when I call you
It ain’t like you to just not be home
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
Tell me why you gotta be so, be so cold

[Verse 2: Problem]
Something like a stranger
Long time, no see
It’s been hard to find you lately
Like we playing hide and go seek
I can read the signs, baby
I think you found another me
But that could never be, baby
But it seemin’ like you don’t agree (damn)

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Oh, oh, oh
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to not hit my phone
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to up and get gon’
It ain’t like you to not pick up when I call you
It ain’t like you to just not be home
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
Tell me why you gotta be so, be so cold

[Verse 3: Terrace Martin]
Playing games is not the things I do (no, no, no)
It could be just me and you (yes, yes, yes, yea yea)
Notice how you treat me
Disrespect is what you do to me
Tables always turn
But for now I’m learning

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Oh, oh, oh
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to not hit my phone
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to up and get gon’
It ain’t like you to not pick up when I call you
It ain’t like you to just not be home
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
Tell me why you gotta be so, be so cold

Wale – Good To Great (feat. Phil Ade)

[Intro: Wale]
I got every right to feel myself, right, baby?
True story, right?
I told her I’d pick her up, she said, “Cool”
She said, “What time,” I said, “2”
Then she asked me what time she’d be back
I said, “2:30”
She said, “Pssh, like that?”
I said, “Pssh, I’ve been like that”
That’s a whole tomorrow, plus I threw in thirty
So grab your Louis ‘cause time’s burning

[Pre-Chorus: Wale]
Ain’t tryna do much
But you know the bottles on us
The bottles ain’t much, you’re smiling too much
I’m tryna do somethin’, yeah
I’m probably too much
I party too much
In the parkin’ lot, the lobby to the plane
4 to 4:30, it’s over one day

[Chorus: Wale]
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can make her good, good, good, good

[Verse 1: Wale]
Show some support, yeah
A real one across the board, yeah
Chill, shawty, I know you annoyed, look
They comic books to you, I’m Rob Report
Mi amor, I’m popular
I’m not a heartthrob, but the broads in love, yeah
At the club, the bosanova
Them Barry’s a moment
Won’t embarrass you, baby girl
But them broads with us
Telly is goin’ spill
I hit it to Lauryn Hill
I really fix up your swag
I get all your old bags and give it to Goodwill, woo!

[Bridge: Phil Ade]
She don’t think, just go with it
A little drink, little smoke with it
Do anything for a dollar though
If she want it, then she gon’ get it
Have another, girl, it’s on me
Bet you’ll get drunk, then call me
In the club all night long
This how it goes when the lights off

[Pre-Chorus: Wale]
Ain’t tryna do much
But you know the bottles on us
The bottles ain’t much, you’re smiling too much
I’m tryna do somethin’, yeah
I’m probably too much
I party too much
In the parkin’ lot, the lobby to the plane
4 to 4:30, it’s over one day

[Chorus: Wale]
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can make her good, good, good, good

[Verse 2: Wale]
Show me your worth, mmm
Double Cs you put in your purse, cute
Hermes might get you the Birkin
I give you the world if you intelligent first
Get your confidence and your relevance up, mmm
Tell younger women it’s better to love, mmm
I’m trine keep all our chemistry good
We mentally good
If it’s negative energy I’m gonna give you the deuce
You really a real one
So I’m givin’ you real love
And I tell you look good
You lookin’ at IG, you tell me it ain’t enough
You lie

[Bridge: Phil Ade]
She don’t think, just go with it
A little drink, little smoke with it
Do anything for a dollar though
If she want it, then she gon’ get it
Have another, girl, it’s on me
Bet you’ll get drunk, then call me
In the club all night long
This how it goes when the lights off

[Pre-Chorus: Wale]
Ain’t tryna do much
But you know the bottles on us
The bottles ain’t much, you’re smiling too much
I’m tryna do somethin’, yeah
I’m probably too much
I party too much
In the parkin’ lot, the lobby to the plane
4 to 4:30, it’s over one day

[Chorus: Wale]
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can make her good, good, good, good

Cardi B – Pull Up Lyrics

[Hook 1]
Hella thick you better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face you better pull up on me
Ain’t no baking day I’m prepared to shake you better pull up on me
Now you wanna be my friend, no you ain’t safe, you better pull up homie
Pull up
Pull up pull up pull up one me
Pull up
Pull up pull up pull up one me
I heard you talkin’ cray I know you hella fake
You better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face

[Verse 1]
No, I don’t think they know
They don’t know how this go
They think I’m broke
What a fucking joke
When I walk in the door I gets my dough
Then a bitch get low
I used to kill them poles now I kill them shows
They’re all like “my bro?” Well fuck ya hoes
Yeah, cause all my bitches they be gettin’ with me
If I put a fifty they gon’ put a fifty
Every night, ask whose rendezvous [?]
I had to go get it on some real shit
If you a real bitch you gon’ feel this
Every single nigga that came my way
I finesse and juug on some ill shit
So much people think they know my pussy
But no-one can say they fucked
Please show me hoe facts
Name-drop, round ’em up
That bum bitch like to run her mouth
I swear to God Imma lay her out
When I catch you on the side of town
My Guiseppe heals gonna stomp you out
I’m tired of playin’, I’m tired of playin’
I’m gon’ give you hell, you gon’ think I’m Satan
I see you mad cause I’m bout to have this whole shit on lock
Incarceration
One gave you wrong information
You try to play me, that’s confirmation
It’s all good cause when you see my face shit don’t come out like it’s constipation
You stunk bitch
I know it sucks bitch
Yeah
Pull up bitch
Yeah
Like whats up bitch
Yeah

[Hook 2]
Pull up on me
I heard you talkin’ cray I know you hella fake
You better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face
You better pull up on me
Ain’t no baking day I’m prepared to shake you better pull up on me
I know you wanna be my friend, no you ain’t safe
You better pull up homie

[Verse 2]
Let’s go
I mean come on now who you trying to flex for
Why you acting like I won’t leave you down in the ground but you knew what it was from the get-go
That Cardi on some new shit
Get that money then I go flip
Some people think I’m just a dumb bitch
If that was true I wouldn’t have shit
Yeah
Bronx bitch till the day I die
I did my dirt and I ain’t gotta lie
You can talk crazy on IG
But when I run up let them hands fly
I don’t fuck around with no fucking clowns
Any niggas with me they fucking hounds
Any bitches with me they fucking down
So if you really bout it then pull up now
You stunk bitch
I know it sucks bitch
Yeah
Pull up bitch
Yeah
Like whats up bitch
Yeah

[Hook 2]
Pull up on me
I heard you talkin’ cray I know you hella fake
You better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face
You better pull up on me
Ain’t no baking day I’m prepared to shake you better pull up on me
I know you wanna be my friend, no you ain’t safe
You better pull up homie