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The Remixes

by ra$Hid

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Intro (free) 00:13
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[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah James [Hook] Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring Gold all in my watch Don't believe me, just watch Nigga nigga nigga Don't believe me, just watch Don't believe me, just watch Nigga nigga nigga Don't believe me, just watch Don't believe me, just watch Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring Gold all in my watch, don't believe me just watch [Verse] This ain't for no fuck nigga If you a real nigga then fuck with me This one for the hood niggas Hipster bitches that shop at Lenox Dark skinned, light skinned, Asian and White women Hypebeasts we know aboutchea' Don't buy shoes unless they popula' For the hoes, my nigga That's pussy popping at Magic City Got that strong, my nigga Then come match that shit with me Smoking mid, my nigga Then don't pass that shit to me This one for my niggas And bitches bout that money, (Cash Out) Gotta love, Chesire Bridge Them bad hoes at Onyx I don't fuck with no snitches So don't tell me who telling This one for them colleges Them bad hoes at Spelman Shout out to them freshmen On Instagram straight flexin' Popped a molly, I'm sweatin', woo Popped a molly, I'm sweatin', woo Momma always told me, Boy, count your blessings In God I Trust, so I kept counting them Franklins I'm too fly, you know this Lemme give your ass a checklist One gold watch, two gold chains Six gold rings, it's nothing, God Dayum OG Jordans, them high socks No shirt on, I'm stunting, okay And this song for them fuck niggas Who hating on you this summer, fuck em Talk shit behind your back But won't say shit in public, fuck em [Hook]
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[Intro] Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood I'm talking 'bout dark room, perfume, go, go [Verse 1] I recognize your fragrance, hold up, you ain't never gotta say shit, uh And I know your taste is, a little bit hmm, high maintenance, uh Everybody else basic, you live life on an everyday basis With poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you when You're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen Better yet, where your friends and 'em? I really wanna know you all I really wanna show you off, fuck that Pour up plenty of champagne, cold nights when you curse this name You called up your girlfriends and y'all curled in that little bitty Range I heard that She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party Nigga don't approach her with that Atari, nigga, that ain't good game, homie, sorry They say conversation rule a nation, I can tell But I could never right my wrongs 'less I write it down for real, P.S [Hook]x2 You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song [Verse 2: Drake] I really hope you play this, cause ol' girl you test my patience With all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations You've been taking clearly a lot for me to take in, it don't make sense Young East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man I was tryna put you on game, put you on a plane Take you and your momma to the motherland, I could do it Maybe one day when you figure out you're gonna need someone When you figure out it's all right here in the city and you don't run from where we come from That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice You were so new to this life but Goddamn you got adjusted I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress, ooh Good God, what you doing that walk for? When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less and we would talk more And they say communication save relations, I can tell But I can never right my wrongs unless I write 'em down for real, P.S [Hook] [Verse 3] Every time I write these words, they become a taboo Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof I'm talking poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean you need to hear this, love is not just a verb It's you looking in the mirror, love is not just a verb It's you looking for it, maybe, call me crazy, we can both be insane A fatal attraction is common and what we have common is pain I mean you need to hear this, love is not just a verb And I can see power steering, sex drive when you swerve I want that interference, it's coherent, I can hear it, uh-huh That's your heartbeat, it either caught me or it called me, uh-huh Read slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines Sincerely, yours truly and right before you go blind, P.S [Hook]
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[Intro] My chain! My chain, my chain, my chain Don't you like my chain? [Hook: repeat 2X] My chain, my chain, don't you like my chain mayne? Young Gucci Mane and I'm poppin off the chain mayne And my Jacob is so fruity Call me Gucci Mane or you call me Gucci Gucci [Gucci Mane] I came to the club, just to floss my chain mayne Catch another charge and I'm goin to the chain gang ... Oh I think I'm icy Sold a hundred thou' eatin bologna {?} white streak .... Don't you see how bright it is? City girls and country girls be tellin me how tight it is .... These girls they be choosy Diamonds be so sparkly they thank my chain was movin ... My chain is off the chain Stacked up me some money, budget off and bought a chain .... Check the way my chain hang Gucci I don't gangbang, all I do is chain swang [Gucci Mane] Gucci you be shinin, Gucci you be shining man Go on turn me on homes tell me who your diamond man ... My girlfriend actin lame She say I'm actin different just because I got this chain ... Haters get your hater on When they see them yellow stones, holla at'cha later on My chain hang to my shoestrang Like my watch and ring, but I know you love my chain My chain hang to my ding-a-ling I do my thug thang when I'm in the club mayne When you heard "So Icy," you thought of Gucci Mane I got that stupid money so I bought a stupid chain [Hook]
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[Hook: Rich The Kid] Got the trap house like Jordan Pull up in a brand new foreign 300 on the dash and I paid straight cash Take off on you niggas Jeff Gordon AP, it cost me 50 Model ho yeah she with me Livin' life like I'm Diddy In the Kitchen with Whitney Got the trap house jumpin' like Jordan Trap house jumpin' like Jordan Got the trap house jumpin' like Jordan Trap house jumpin' like Jordan AP, it cost me 50 Model ho yeah she wit me Living life like I'm Diddy In the Kitchen with Whitney [Verse 1: Quavo] Trap house jumpin' like Jordan J's in the hood, they’re snortin' Double cup, lean, I’m pourin' Yo' bitch whippin' in the early mornin' Pulled up in the drop top Phantom Niggas in the hood can’t stand it My whip game is so special I’m whippin' up the whole Grand Canyon I got Molly, I got white, Marilyn Mason! I went to the jeweler, cashed out on a new piece, now my diamonds dancin' Yo bitch think I'm romantic, my coke card game is frantic My whip game make you panic, my plug is Phil Jackson Feeling like Mutombo, I got all these Kush bowls Juggin' at the Texaco, you smoking on Reginald? Trap game Elvis Presley, you can’t impress me Dark skinned ho can cook the dope, she look like Nestle [Hook: Rich The Kid] [Verse 2: Rich The Kid] Got the trap house jumpin' like Kobe Cashed out, hundred K on a Rollie You ain't one of me, nigga, don't talk to me, nigga I'm a real ass nigga, you phony In the kitchen whippin' up them babies Make the Pyrex trap go crazy Young nigga got money, young nigga got work Young nigga got crack like the 80s I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm Dunkin', I'm Dunkin' I'm Jordan, you're not even Kobe In the kitchen with a Pyrex pot Where the whippin' in the pot too hot Drinkin' lean, out the bottle In the Aston Martin foreign with a model Twenty racks on me, got tats on me In the bed with six hoes like 2 x 3 [Hook: Rich The Kid] [Verse 3: Takeoff] I’m a free man, no Morgan! That choppa, it take out you organs I play with them keys, no organ! Your bitch in my kitchen, she snorting The lean, I’m pouring, I'm snoring I’m making them plays in Delaware Versace, Medusa my underwear Who the fuck, nigga better have haircare You don't trap on the block if you dont live there The trap be jumpin', and bunkin' The fiends they running, the money keep comin' I'm kickin' hoes out like a punter If I start shootin', turn to a track runner I'm callin' up Rich, he bringin' the kids Whippin' the babies all summer [Hook: Rich The Kid]
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[Intro: Pusha T] Real dope dealers for real! Haha! Hahaha [Hook: Future] (x2) Young nigga move that dope Young nigga move that dope Aye move that dope, aye move that dope Young nigga move that dope Young nigga, young nigga move that dope Young nigga move that dope Aye move that dope, Aye move that dope Young nigga move that dope [Verse 1: Future] Whippin' the yam, whippin and flippin' the yam Turn the whole brick to a Lam Re-rockin' the dope, soon as it get off the boat Keepin' it soft like a mink Gold on my link, coke in the sink Choppin' that work like karate Servin' a new Maserati, in a brand new Maserati That's a whole lot of new money Snatch it, then hide it from the 12 Movin' them squares and them bales, servin' the rawest of yayo Beating that china like Kunta Kinte Whippin' it, whippin' that fish and Parkay Drinkin' on syrup, I'm rollin' up Made myself a boss, a boss and a plug Either way you put it, nigga, I'm good Triple salute, nigga, straight out the hood Bakin' soda water splash the scales Fork in my right and my pot in my left Leanin' over, over to the side, I whip me a four way to a nine The dirty, the money is homicide and my recipe can't be televised [Hook] [Verse 2: Pusha T] Young enough to still sell dope, but old enough that I knows better When they sayin' it's 42 for that white powder, I knows better Get it nigga? I nose better, put a smile on the devil's face Who don't wanna sell dope forever and flood their Rollie 'till the bezel break? Woo! Fish scale in the two-door that I fish-tails Fiberglass, Ferrari leather, in designer shit that I misspell YUGHH! Look at the clues, the J's, the jewels, I'm actin' a monkey From sixteen years old, I'm whippin' in kitchens, fuckin' my junkies Pablo, Versace way before Migos My dinner plates, no silverware, all you niggas my hijos Toss a kilo like a free throw, crack house, it had the peephole Made it through to the other side, now nothing's big as my ego, Push [Hook] [Verse 3: Pharrell] Me, I try to leave the best for later But Pusha tried to put me on the respirator The old Skateboard P, that's your favorite Me and twenty girls doin' yoga naked Frequency high, like a spaceship She say that she like it and she's been exposed The Gandalf hat and the weird ass clothes That's Comme des Garçons and the Buffalo I know guerrillas with the triggers that's on a banana clip And packin' with the biggest missiles These niggas is knocking over vehicles These niggas ain't waitin' just to see niggas These niggas ain't tryna hear plea niggas These niggas like choppin' down trees, niggas These niggas 1-2-3 and they squeeze, niggas These niggas hit the weed then they lean niggas, gee, nigga If you got two hoes, you need to let one go Two Lambos, you need to let one go All these drones while y'all smoke dro There's an eye in the sky, I'm tryna let y'all know Ain't no standards, I'ma set one though Big ass bag but no man sandals All that war, we need to let that go That boom business, I'ma get that ho [Hook] [Verse 4: Casino] Young nigga got that coke, whip that dope like a bad child How you think about that coupe, with no roof? Young nigga cashed out Popped so many Percs, popped so many Zans, young nigga 'bout to pass out 12 jump behind me, I got some in the car, young nigga 'bout to smash out Migo hit that line, say he got some bricks, young fresh, 'bout to buy 'em out QuikTrip 'round the corner, dropped a nine Got the J's in the lunch line smokin' iron Cocaine, cocaine cowboy, like Mickey Munday Take over the project, whip a line, me no wait I keep a 45 in my coat, while I'm servin' dope The J's in my hood smoke that crack, say it give 'em hope Serve a nigga whole brick, he hopin' that it come and go Young nigga tricked up, now he spendin' that money with Casino! [Hook]
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[Intro] O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! [Hook] Word on the street I'm a suspect Hangin' with the killers in the projects Potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh) Catch a nigga slippin' from behind (boom) O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! [Verse 1] Wipe a nigga out like an outbreak Choppa start bustin' make the house shake Fuck niggas sweeter than a pound cake Get your eyes on your chin better watch what your mouth say Lean with the footballs got a nigga trippin' (Xans) Fuck it, fuck it, nigga keep sippin' Dirty AK with the beam on it Clip so long I could lean on it Free my niggas locked behind bars Moved a hundred pounds before a lawyer beat the charge (beat it) Pack touch down run it back like Marshall Faulk If a nigga try to rob fuck it hit em with the hawk (boom) [Hook] [Bridge] Hundred bands on your head get the job done Throw it up throw it up nigga where ya from Whole hood hot cause ya nigga hittin' licks Ain't made a mil yet but it's still nigga rich [Verse 2] Stick em up stick em up stick em (stick em up) How ya want it nigga? Full or the semi Lurkin' for the cash, searchin' for the bag Young nigga wildin', throwin' up flags Shooters on the roof with a scope (boom boom) Money make em treat ya like the pope (like a king!) Work the block like Dikembe in the post (cook 'em up) Nigga hit it with the fork (hit it) [Hook] [Bridge] It's the niggas that you trust that'll prolly turn feds Hatin' on ya heart cuz you rockin' Hermes Especially if ya money long, guarantee you turn heads Ray Ray'll sell it all, gotta watch the shermheads [Verse 3] Hate, hate, hate (hate), jealousy is a bitch nigga trait These niggas snakes wanna know what ya make Grimy ass ho, do ya like Larenz Tate (Kane) Young nigga runnin' with the cannon Never let a nigga see ya panic Dope boys in the hood workin' with the Hispanics On the phone with the plug, nigga speakin' Spanish [Hook]
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[Intro] We behaving bad We behaving bad Fast wine, slow wine (we behaving bad) We behaving bad We behaving bad Fast wine, slow wine (we behaving bad) [Verse 1] Yo! When I was young and my dad had a reefer house I’d catch a contact and talk like Eek-A-Mouse Go to school act like I’m pulling reefer out Kinda funny cause I used to freak my teachers out Like "dong dong diddy dong dong", seen? So much mi go teach ya bout Peace to the one Black Chiney and the Heaters out In the club, everybody on Sinatra Look around, everybody on Sinatra I ain’t talking bout this shit they call Coke and vodka I’m talking bout the shit you snort and go "ha ha ha ha ha ha ha" I mean just go bonkers Make the young girls wild, and then go topless Make the dope boy smile, they don’t need binoculars Make a nigga wanna pull out choppas Brrap brrap brrap they got ya [Hook] Ring, bom bom bom bom Aerosol can, bom bom bom bom Monkey outside, bom bom bom bom Shooting all night, bom bom bom bom Bom to the bom to the clang clang clang Banging on that ass like orangutan Motherfucker transform to a grown man And transform again like (We behaving bad) [Verse 2] Skateboard, can a nigga make more? Steal my style? I ain’t got no reward Like hmm, make yourself bigger like mushroom Mario Kart All y'all niggas wanna get like me All y'all niggas wanna spit like P Missin' ass niggas wanna hit like me Meanwhile yo bitches wanna kiss my D Child Rebel Soldier, hit that ass for the combo AK-47 and the dress on a rhino, boom Commodore like Lionel, zoom Hauling that ass like a new Veyron Am I wrong? Riding with my bitch mane, all night long One second I’m here, next second I’m gone That’s two in 60 seconds nigga, what you want? Girls on me like they superglued on My dick like a table you can place food on Like Szechuan, or Hunan Nigga I’m hot like the place Mulan [Hook] [Breakdown] Motherfucker transform to a grown man Mother-motherfucker transform to a grown man BBC Ice Cream skewed on B-B-BBC Ice Cream skewed on Who-who on? Nigga you on? Feeble ass niggas only get booed on [Hook]

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released August 24, 2014

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