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Written & performed by Gavrielle Love Gavrielle - Popular Loner (Official Visualizer) Directed by Gavrielle and CandidPosse Stream Popular Loner now: Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1Y4B9... Apple Music:https://music.apple.com/us/artist/gavrielle/1770581122 Follow Gavrielle: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/gavrielllee/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@gavrielllee Lyrics Say, I don't need friends Yeah, nah, I don't want em' Pussy like agua, yeah, pussy like water Say, I don't need friends Yeah, nah, I don't want em' Pussy like agua, yeah, pussy like water Drippy like soup Tastin' real sweet like a fruit - got him feeling me in the booth Tell me the truth, do you love me or you goofin? Don't got time for pick and choosin' Nah I ain't Mickey stop acting a goof Don't ask me no questions when I'm in the stu I ain't got time to be messing with you No I ain't got time to be messing with you Say, I don't need friends Yeah, nah, I don't want em' Pussy like agua, yeah, pussy like water Say, I don't need friends Yeah, nah, I don't want em' You eating funyuns, I'm getting the munyun

Vanilla DayZ is where a survivor's TRUE SKILL is tested, and today's adventure on Chernarus is about JUST that. We All LOVE a CLASSIC DayZ Adventure Like This... INTRO - 00:00 CHAPTER 1 - 00:21 CHAPTER 2 - 07:29 CHAPTER 3 - 14:04 CHAPTER 4 - 17:34 CHAPTER 5 - 20:51 CHAPTER 6 - 26:50 FINALE - 33:50 This video was created using content of Jagex Games Ltd and content created by Ian Taylor and Adam Bond. Copyright © 1999 - 2024 Jagex Games Ltd. #dayz #dayzsurvival #dayzstandalone

We played Hues & Cues! Watch an exclusive bonus round on 2ndtry.tv Go to https://www.2ndtry.tv for exclusive shows, early access, and more! MERCH! https://tryguys.com Business Inquiries - 2ndtryinquires@gmail.com APPEARANCES: Marissa Rivera @themarissarivera Miles Bonsignore @milesbon YB Biste @xoybox Rainie Toll @itsrainingtoll 2ND TRY CREW: Leslie Dueñas Art Director / APOC EXTERNAL CREW: Chris LaPointe Director of Photography Nick Smith Editor Music licensed from AudioNetwork, SFX + Video Licensed from Storyblocks 2ND TRY STAFF Nick Rufca - Chief Operations Officer Rachel Ann Cole - Executive Producer & Showrunner Erica Lynn Schmueck - VP of Production & Director of Operations Devin Wangler - Director of Finance & Operations Desiree Hurlbut - Creative Producer Skyler Klingenberg - Creative Producer & Editor Madi Klein - Production Coordinator Leslie Dueñas - Assistant Production Coordinator Jack McGill - Technical Coordinator / Sound Mixer Armando Garcia - Assistant Technical Coordinator & Camera Operator Dana Cariello - Senior E-Commerce & Product Manager Cailyn Hoertz - Social Media Department Lead Aiko Igasaki - Social Editor & Graphic Designer Hannah Maselli - Short Form Editor Devlin McCluskey - Post Production Creative Director & Senior Editor YB Biste - Senior Editor Liam Sullivan - Editor Samuel Bakas - Editor Tulica Singh - Editor Will Witwer - Post Production Supervisor Moira Joy Smith - Post Production Coordinator Chris Burke - Finishing Editor Reese Dawkins - Finishing Editor Jerod Bork - Assistant Editor Whitley Sullivan - Thumbnail and GFX Designer Natalie Rotolo - Office Administrator

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O Grupo de Estudos Africanos e Asiáticos da Universidade Federal do Paraná dá as boas vindas aos participantes e ouvintes da II Semana GEAFRAS de Estudos Afro-Asiáticos. Neste ano de 2026, trabalharemos com o tema Quimérico Oriente: a imagética de espaços Afro-Asiáticos, no esforço de incentivar a reflexão e o debate sobre a construção, o uso e a reprodução de imagens de um suposto Oriente. O objetivo é explorar, desmembrar e compreender, em que medida imagens representam sociedades não ocidentais, qual Oriente é imaginado a partir delas, seus orientalismos intrínsecos e as intencionalidades por trás dessas construções culturais, políticas e sociais. A imagem aqui é também pensada como imagética, não estando reduzida às fontes visuais, mas tratando da concepção e propagação de uma certa visão de mundo. Conferência de Encerramento Convidada: Profª Drª Naiara Batista Stadler (Universidade Federal do Paraná) Título - Fotografia e Colonialismo na África: múltiplos usos de uma tecnologia de poder

I'm a Dog - [Beale Street Tapes] by Shain Hauk Found this one where I keep finding myself… inside an old dog house out back. Wasn’t looking for music. Just ended up there again. Kicked through some empty bottles and trash, and there it was. Tape half buried in the dirt, label all chewed up and faded. Just said ‘I’m a Dog’ on it. Ain’t nobody been back here in years… except me, I guess. Popped it in anyway. No cleaning. No fixes. This one for everybody who stays in the dog house… by choice or by force. Played it raw. Sounds like how it feels. This for the ones who know what the dog house smells like at 3AM. The mutts, the underdogs, and everybody still barking even when they’re chained. If this your tape… my bad for playing it. But it hit too hard not to share. #BealeStreetTapes #ImADog #DogHouse #LostTape #Raw #OhiotoMemphis Lyrics: Fuck it... I'm a dog Fuck it... I'm a dog Fuck it... I'm a dog Fuck it... I'm a dog Just sit tight While I get right Flick the light Yall like nick at night Yo that was wicked nice Yo that was quick advice Yo that was dope so lick the joint And skip to the point Lets get to the joy Little sensitive boy Listen I ain't no regular Roy How he know where I been before Hyena when I went to war I eat up then rep it up I'm a cheetah when I flexed it raw I'm like Adidas lets run it lets ball Don't make me puma don't press down the paw Fuck it... I'm a dog Fuck it... I'm a dog Fuck it... I'm a dog Fuck it... I'm a dog Ruckus is the law Yellin fuck em all They yellow in they belly when they walk More work lets work less talk Connected the dots N got the best of the boss N the rest get goodbye's In the end all loose ends all get tied N I don't get tired Never been a liar Wanna hear you scream now turn em into Maya And burn em with the fire Beast of the leash and its dire Fuck it... I'm a dog Fuck it... I'm a dog Fuck it... I'm a dog Fuck it... I'm a dog Geronimo Vamanos They all fall like dominoes Find me lord I'm a music connoisseur Never resting on laurels Best in the world Testing it thorough Yall trash in a barrel I'm too fresh for the burrow Check your referrals Too gutta for the hood A cut a that good Now run it back for those who misunderstood This stunna do it Number one lets run it lets prove it Im glad im gucci You sad and moochi And soft like you got a cootchi You a bitch you a pussy Fuck it... I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog Fuck it... I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog Fuck it... I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog Fuck it... I'm a dog... I'm a dog

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#ChrisBrown #LookatMeNow #rnb #lyrics Chris Brown - Look at Me Now (Lyrics) ft. Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes Chris Brown - Look at Me Now ft. Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes (Lyrics): [Intro: Chris Brown] I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club You can't even get in! Hahaha Leggo [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Yellow model chick, yellow bottle sippin' Yellow Lamborghini, yellow top missin' Yeah, yeah, that shit look like a toupée I get what you get in ten years in two days Ladies love me, I'm on my Cool J If you get what I get, what would you say? She wax it all off, Mr. Miyagi And them suicide doors, hari-kari [Chorus: Chris Brown] Look at me now, look at me now (Oh) I'm gettin' paper Look at me now (Oh), look at me now (Yeah) Fresher than a muh'fucka [Verse 2: Chris Brown] Lil' nigga, bigger than gorilla 'Cause I'm killin' every nigga that can try to be on my shit Better cuff your chick if you with her, I can get her And she accidentally slip and fall on my dick Oops, I said "On my dick" I ain't really mean to say "On my dick" But since we talkin' about my dick All of you haters say hi to it I'm done [Interlude: Busta Rhymes] Ayo, Breezy Let me show you how to keep the dice rollin' When you're doin' that thing over there, homie (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Let's go! [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] 'Cause I'm feelin' like I'm runnin' And I'm feelin' like I gotta get away, get away, get away Better know that I don't and I won't ever stop 'Cause you know I gotta win everyday-day (Go) See, they really really wanna pop me (Blow) Just know that you will never flop me (Oh) And I know that I can be a little cocky (No) You ain't never gonna stop me Every time I come, a nigga gotta set it Then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it (Woo) Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta show that Any little thing a nigga think that he be doin' (Ooh-ooh) 'Cause it doesn't matter, 'cause I'm gonna da-da-da-da (Damn) Then I'm gonna murder everything and anything A ba-da-boom, a ba-da-bing, I gotta do a lotta things That make it clearer to a couple niggas that I always win And then I gotta get it again and again and then again And I be doin' it to death And now I move a little foul, a nigga better call a ref And everybody know my style and niggas know that I'm the best When it come to doin' this and I be bangin' on my chest And I bang in the East and I'm bangin' in the West And I come to give you more and I will never give you less You will hear it in the street or you could read it in the press Do you really wanna know what's next? (Let's go) See the way we on and then we all up in the race And you know we gotta go, don't try to keep up with the pace And we strugglin' and hustlin' and sendin' in and gettin' And we always gotta do it, take it to another place Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it And I gotta cut all through this traffic Just to be at the top of the throne Better know I gotta have it (Have it) [Chorus: Chris Brown] Look at me now, look at me now (Oh) I'm gettin' paper Look at me now (Oh), look at me now (Yeah) Fresher than a muh'fucka [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Man, fuck these bitch-ass niggas How y'all doin'? I'm Lil Tunechi I'm a nuisance, I go stupid I go dumb like the Three Stooges I don't eat sushi, I'm the shit No, I'm pollution, no substitution Got a bitch that play in movies In my jacuzzi, pussy juicy I never gave a fuck about a hater Got money on my radar, dressed like a skater Got a big house, came with an elevator You niggas ain't eatin', fuck it, tell a waiter Marley said "shoot 'em," and I said "okay" If you on that bullshit, then I'm like, "¡Olé!" I don't care what you say, so don't even speak Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil That's word to my flag and my flag red I'm outta my head, bitch, I'm outta my mind From the bottom, I climb, you ain't hotter than mine Nope, not on my time and I'm not even tryin' What's poppin', slime? Nothin', five And if they trippin', fuck 'em, five I ain't got no time to shuck and jive These niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie CîROC and Sprite on a private flight Bitch, I been tight since Guiding Light And my pockets right, and my diamonds white And my momma's nice, and my daddy's dead You faggots scared 'cause I'm too wild Been here for a while, I was like, "Fuck trial" I puts it down, I'm so Young Money If you got eyes, look at me now, bitch [Chorus: Chris Brown] Look at me now, look at me now (Haha! Oh) I'm gettin' paper Look at me now (Haha! Oh), look at me now (Yeah) I'm fresher than a muh'fucka [Outro: Chris Brown] Okay Okay Is that right? I'm fresher than a muh'fuc—! Tags: Look at Me Now Chris Brown Look at Me Now Chris Brown Look at Me Now Lyrics Chris Brown Lil Wayne Look at Me Now Look at me now look at me now I'm gettin' paper Look at me now Fresher than a muh'fucka Busta Rhymes Look at Me Now Look at Me Now Lyrics #ChrisBrown #LookatMeNow #lyrics #rnb #rnbhype

Don't Rot Like A Pineapple In A Time Capsule And Don't Frown Upon Me Like A Zombie (Vol. I) -01- I Took A Hit For Mom -02- Swapping Your Carling For Arizona Iced Tea -03- When Gavin Became A Goomba -04- Smoking Hash In The Basement -05- When You Worked At Lakeview Park -06- Pulling The Plug -07- Signing Me Up For Everything -08- Well Taken Care Of -09- Janet -10- Charging Me 2 Stay With You -11- Sewing Circle -12- Corruption Street Pt. 1 -13- Bumping Beatles Inside Your Beetle -14- Jack Robinson -15- Dennis -16- Family Night @the_real_stan_shady stillholdingtheegg.org - - - Well Taken Care Of (over "hills") (prod. ric and thadeus) "I don't know where I'd be today without being snuggled in the cozy & warm embrace of Scotia Private Client... I'm sure some of you may see me as a pussy ass Trust Fund baby... and maybe you're right... but I hope you can still love me for it... the reality is... it would've been hard as hell for one thing making all this music all these years in the event I had to work a nine to five to survive... so I hope that helps you appreciate my luxury a little more" 0:25 You didn't really like me... yeah, we all recall... I wasn't quite the player... this wasn't Volleyball... I drove you up the wall... I made the trolley fall... no wonder you decided that you had to wallop Paul... something in this world... wanted to divide us... frankly, you deserve a fucking monument like Trident... you're the sergeant, Alan, don't be following a private I'm a pirate and it's difficult dishonoring a tyrant... to get shit off my chest... perhaps we'll call it that ain't no different than the times you said... shove that up your ass... your farts could kill a platoon... they felt like mustard gas... what I would've done if only just to make you laugh... we didn't get along... maybe all that much... and mainly you just hoped you'd get to hear this swamp rat hush... I know my mom had love... I really want that hug... your love seemed the toughest... is that a shock enough? "So thank you for the Trust... I'm talking both of you... if you left me high & dry they'd think you'd roast a jew... it's time to show & prove... so thank you for the Trust... and I can eat a shawarma... to tend to open wounds" [hook x2] Back to how you toughened me up from an early age... maybe it's ironic... it was a dirty game... I wasn't sure if wins you racked up got to thirty eight but if my dad was Vinnie Paz I'd end up in an early grave... perhaps you did protect me... as much as you was able... the Lord will give and take you mimicked this with TV cables... computer chords and other things like locking up my bike... and unlike Vinnie Paz I'm sure you stepped into the light... daddy, I'm convinced... that God agrees you did it... chances are he overlooks the fucking sleazy business... he knew this was a game... I couldn't cheat to finish just the same as realizing that a winning streak ain't endless... what you left behind... it sounded like a fortune... and then I think of Leif... he feels so unimportant... Gary left it all behind for Eric he was tortured... to say that Leif McDonald needs a father like my sergeant... "So thank you for the Trust... I'm talking both of you... if you left me high & dry they'd think you'd roast a jew... it's time to show & prove... so thank you for the Trust... and I can eat a shawarma... to tend to open wounds" [hook x2] "Outro"

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YEA IM A MONEY KOUNTER FUCK HER ON THE COUNTER YEA SHE WANT ALL MY MONEY BITCH HERE'S A GOLDEN SHOWER YEA I FUCK HER FOR HOURS IN THE PUSSY I DEVOUR YEA IM A MONEY KOUNTER FUCK HER ON THE COUNTER YEA SHE WANT ALL MY MONEY BITCH HERE'S A GOLDEN SHOWER YEA I FUCK HER FOR HOURS IN THE PUSSY I DEVOUR AND YEA I EAT THAT SHI LIKE CAPTAIN CRUNCH THEM PEPTIDES MAKE THAT PUSSY PUNCH I PUT MY DICK IN PACK A PUNCH I EAT HER PUSSY JUST FOR LUNCH YEA IM A MONEY KOUNTER FUCK HER ON THE COUNTER YEA SHE WANT ALL MY MONEY BITCH HERE'S A GOLDEN SHOWER YEA I FUCK HER FOR HOURS IN THE PUSSY I DEVOUR YEA IM A MONEY KOUNTER FUCK HER ON THE COUNTER YEA SHE WANT ALL MY MONEY BITCH HERE'S A GOLDEN SHOWER YEA I FUCK HER FOR HOURS IN THE PUSSY I DEVOUR #mayhim #newmusic #undergroundrap

bahama mama. we got bored so we threw in packs. to have fun. we had fun. indy caught those pussy hands. dex is tormented by big chis. chis decided he wants everyone to hate him after watching a single youtube short of Everybody hates Chris. steph endures the most bullying from chis, but we laugh it off with a falling airhorn. ana bites ana and nuzzles us. EAT. Crew: Monkip - Dex Nabiscuits - Indira Anananana - Ana Red - Gunny Jooooon - Jon chis - Chris esteppy - Steph Universe Man - Kyle Nicik - Garrett

A special Friday edition of The Worst of The Week Countdown with Opie, Primetime Sam Roberts, and E-Rock. Opie and Anthony are off for Memorial Day weekend. The show features extensive discussion and caller segments about the Lost series finale, with the crew attempting to make sense of the show's ending through various theories and listener calls. The debate covers whether characters died in the plane crash, the nature of the flash sideways, purgatory, and redemption. 00:00:00 - Welcome to Friday's Worst of The Week Countdown 00:00:27 - Lost series finale discussion begins 00:02:22 - Caller segments about Lost ending theories 00:23:01 - Rich Vos appears on Fox News Red Eye, struggles with topics 00:39:47 - Matthew Fox interview on Jimmy Kimmel about Lost 00:48:27 - Lost discussion continues with caller theories 00:51:07 - Segment: Steve C as "The Gay Cat" bit 00:52:14 - Opie's cat Bono story 00:58:39 - Art Linkletter tribute - Kids Say the Darndest Things clips 01:22:58 - Jim Norton on Gulf of Mexico oil crisis and animals stealing oil 01:39:17 - Rich Vos Red Eye full appearance review 02:02:54 - Matt from Rotten Tomatoes discusses summer movies 02:22:06 - Update on intern Sean, Troy, and girlfriend Kat situation 03:02:57 - Dana White in studio: UFC 114, video game, military support 03:53:18 - Jim Florentine wrestling photos and pedophile story 04:05:01 - Sign-off and weekend show plugs --- Never Off Air — Archiving the Opie & Anthony XM era (2004-2014). Auto-transcribed and timestamped for searchability.

LYRICS: Watch me get this money, nigga, tired of being hungry, nigga Nothing funny, sass me while I'm thrashing, I'ma punch a nigga Never made of plastic, I'm a savage, you look lunch, my nigga Passing all you hating fucking fags we don't discuss, my nigga We ain't on no jolly shit, and we don't pop no Mollies, bitch I'm hocking, spitting got some niggas out here popping Ollie switch Buncha novices, Odd Future the squad is thick Them young niggas is back and brash, attacking with no common sense We the last of a dying breed And we don't give a fuck, so we cannot supply your needs You stupid niggas who had said our hype is dying, please My pockets solid, making profit off the highest tees Bitch, merch twerk as I get on the verse, cursing Nigga Dom so cool, I refer him in third person Watch me get this money, I'm up when the birds chirping Make actions, fuck rehearsing Nigga, summer, fall, wintertime, 24, 365 You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine Summer, fall, wintertime, 24, 365 You niggas gon' give me mine, 'cause I don't have plenty time Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine In a world where kids my age are popping Mollies with leather Sitting on Tumblr, never outside or enjoying the weather Can name a sweater, but not a talent or don't know if whether Or not they got one, tried to change their life for the better I was the drama club kid, I run where the fun did, my nuts itched I was defiant, always said, "Fuck shit" Hated the popular ones, now I'm the popular one Also hated homes too, 'til I start coppin' me some See, I don't beez in the trap, nigga, I beez in the b's And I be gassing up my buzz like some bees at a Shell Fucking sick and getting bigger like I sneezed on Adele And bitches getting touchy-feely like they reading some Braille I bust quick like gun-holders with short tempers, and well I tried to tell the kids, like fuck it, start being yourself These fucking rappers got stylists 'cause they can't think for themselves See, they don't have an identity, so they needed some help, but Really, boy? Posers looking silly, boy I'm in that past season 'Preme shit, older than Tity Boi Not a diss, but same with ice cream, my shit is Diddy Riese Na'kel Smith, Transworld page 64 Poppin' like oil ollie in fire flames I'm harder than DJ Khaled playing the fucking quiet game The fuck am I saying? Tyler's not even a violent name About as threatening as stained windbreakers in hurricanes But he rapes women, and spit wrong, like he hates dentists God-damn menace, 666 and he's not finished And my shit's missing, he hates women, but love kittens? See y'all niggas tripping, man Look at that article that says my subject matter is wrong Saying I hate gays even though Frank is on ten of my songs Look at that Mom who thinks I'm evil, hold that grudge against me Though I'm the reason that her motherfucking son got to eat Look at the kid who had the .9 and tried to blow out his mind But talk is money, I said, "Hi, " I guess I bought him some time Look at the ones in the crowd, that shit is barnacles, huh? They thought I wasn't fair until I threw a carnival, huh? But then again, I'm an atheist that just worships Satan And it's probably why I'm not getting no fucking album placements And MTV could suck my dick, and I ain't fuckin' playing Bruh, they never played it, I just won shit for they fucking ratings "Analog" fans are getting sick of the rape All the "Tron Cat" fans are getting sick of the lakes But what about me, bitch? I'm getting sick of complaints But I don't hate it when I'm taking daily trips to the bank Oh, but no but, shit, who really gives a fuck what I think? My fans don't, they turning on me, shit, they're almost extinct Fuck buying studio time, I'ma go purchase a shrink Record the session and send all you motherfuckers a link, bitch Nigga, summer, fall, wintertime, 24, 365 You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine Summer, fall, wintertime, 24, 365 You niggas gon' give me mine, 'cause I don't have plenty time Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine This shit just like the nights I look forward to not remembering So much for being sober, I hope that you can forgive me But Momma, I'm close to the edge as possible (why don't you jump, you fucking pussy?) All I'm seeing is the drop in my ocular, jumping like they told me That the 40's half off, like you know that cliff Don't need a therapist to tell him he could float that shit (fucking faggot) Or get compared to fucking pair with all the program kids So maybe a pair of pale bitches for the gonads lick (I'll show you) #music #rap #hiphop #lyricvideo #rapforward

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Damn It Feels Good by Geto Boys, taken from the album Uncut Dope, released November 17, 1992 on Rap-A-Lot Records Listen to Damn It Feels Good: https://open.spotify.com/track/6yT2ASWIfmPAAiIe6YhIRC?si=87ace0a6df6b440f Listen to Uncut Dope: https://open.spotify.com/album/0wtW7RSNHoSoWPjno7Zpzt?si=riUO2IVgSxiztL48FNF6PA Geto Boys Essentials on YouTube: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL3WclErjRZbgLvEg1NDJu4w33u0XiNphJ&si=IrN8_jjOmzyhH4Af Uncut Dope on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL3WclErjRZbiiklCikPKjBkC8o1uzZQNQ One of hip-hop’s most influential independent labels, Rap-A-Lot Records pioneered Southern rap, built the blueprint for artist-first independence, and continues to shape the culture from Houston to the world. Subscribe to the channel here: https://www.youtube.com/@RapALotOfficial Founded by James Prince in 1986, Rap-A-Lot Records has spent four decades setting the tone through landmark releases, uncompromising vision, and a legacy rooted in ownership, authenticity, and artist development. As the label celebrates this milestone anniversary, Scarface’s The Diary and Geto Boys’ We Can’t Be Stopped return to vinyl as the first chapter in a larger 2026 campaign that will include additional releases, special projects, media initiatives, and cultural moments throughout the year. Vinyl reissues: https://lnk.to/rap-a-lot-40 Follow Rap-A-Lot Records https://instagram.com/rapalotofficial https://facebook.com/rapalotrecords https://x.com/RapaLot4Life Damn It Feels Good Lyrics: Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta, Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta, a real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin' mouth, 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas don't start fights And niggas always gotta high cap, showing all his boys how he shot 'em But real gangsta-ass niggas don't flex nuts, 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas know they got 'em And everything is cool in the mind of a gangsta, 'cause gangsta-ass niggas think deep Up three-sixty-five, ayo, 24/7, 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas don't sleep And all I gotta say to you, wannabe, gonna-be, cocksucking, pussy-eating pranksters Is when the fire dies down, what the fuck you gonna do? Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta – heh Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta, feeding the poor and helping out with their bills Although I was born in Jamaica, now I'm in the U.S. making deals Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta, I mean, one that you don't really know Riding around town in a drop-top Benz, hitting switches in my black '64 Now, gangsta-ass niggas come in all shapes and colors, some got killed in the past But this gangsta here was a smart one, started living for the Lord and I'll last Now, all I gotta say to you wannabe, gonna-be, pussy-eating, cocksucking pranksters? When the shit jumps off, what the fuck you gonna do? Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta, a real gangsta-ass nigga knows the play The real gangsta-ass niggas get the flyest of the bitches, ask that gangsta-ass nigga Lil' J Now, bitches look at gangsta-ass niggas like a stop sign, and play the role of Little Miss Sweet But catch the bitch all alone, get the digits, take her out, and end up hitting her ass with the meat 'Cause gangsta-ass niggas be the game-players, and everything's quiet in the clique A gangsta-ass nigga pulls the trigger, and his partners in the posse ain't telling off shit Real gangsta-ass niggas don't talk much, all you hear is the blap from the gun blast And real gangsta-ass niggas don't run for shit, 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas can't run fast Now when you in the free world talkin' shit, do the shit, hit the pen, don't let a mothafucka shank ya But niggas like myself kick back and peep game, 'cause damn, it feels good to be a gangsta ("And now... a word from the President:") Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta, getting voted in to the White House Everything looking good to the people of the world, but the Mafia family is my boss So every now and then I owe a favor getting down like letting a big drug shipment through And send 'em to the poor community, so we can bust you-know-who So voters of the world, keep supporting me, and I promise to take you very far Other leaders better not upset me or I'll send a million troops to die at war To all you Republicans, that helped me to win, I'd sincerely like to thank you ’Cause now I got the world swinging from my nuts, and damn, it feels good to be a gangsta

Pop Smoke - Element (Visualizer) Follow: https://www.instagram.com/realpopsmoke/ https://www.facebook.com/RealPopSmoke/ https://x.com/POPSMOKE10 https://www.tiktok.com/@realpopsmoke Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/3XvbiRGPzwO4h9FGo7VB8N Lyrics: [Chorus] I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's out my element I like dark skins, love her melanin Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in I had the Lambo, switch to the 'Rari I'm a gangster, but I like to party Pop a Perky, go retarded I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted [Verse] That's why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait) Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on) I sold that Justin Bieber, please believe me I said, "Wow, I'm on the TV" I can't fuck with broke bitches, they be creepy She be actin' up, she always tryna leave me But she a bad gyal and she freaky I have her hangin' off the rod like she Mimi I never hit a bitch more than once 'cause they be leeches But her pussy good, it taste like peaches But she can have it, I don't need it I'd rather have my money green like kiwi I don't talk to niggas 'cause they be cappin' Disrespect me and see what happen I don't make a call for war, I start snappin' Grr, them bullets blastin' All the opps mad that I lapped them He said, "What's stackin'?" Nothin' but my money 'Member my pockets flat? Now they chunky I ain't a pretty boy, but I ain't ugly And I'll take your bitch in a second If she a real one, then I'll protect it Traded the AP, told my jeweler Patek it And it's all VVS and flower settings [Chorus] I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's out my element I like dark skins, love her melanin Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in I had the Lambo, switch to the 'Rari I'm a gangster, but I like to party Pop a Perky, go retarded I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted [Outro] Yoz, what you tellin' me? Turn on notifications (🔔) when you subscribe to see new videos first! Let us know what you think in the comments and, as always, thank you for watching. ► For all inquiries, please send an email to: hiphoprnblyrics@hotmail.com

SONG LYRICS ⬇️ VICES (Verse) Who can you trust? ’Cause even the devil was once an angel who fell from the heavens above. Selfish lust for a life so lavish, Before your very own eyes it vanished, The whole time you were passive, support collapsing As you watched his whole world spin off its axis. Now his absence turns to ashes. Banging on heaven’s gates, Begging to gain access, but he sent you backwards. Gambled with the devil, billions with a mansion, He agreed to the transaction, I shook his hand. I’m too woke for these distractions, but it had my mind captured. 21 grams lighter now, feel the strings pull from your puppet master. When the land dries up, snakes move on to greener pasture. Like this life is a dime a dozen, and we’ll work for a dozen dimes. Bend over backwards until we are breaking our fucking spine, Making sure we toe the line, left to our own devices, every muthafucka I know got their own vices, I might just… be higher then a kite as I write this, (Hook) And I launched a zeppelin and stuck my head up into the fucking sky, And the heavens look like the aftermath of Columbine, ‘Cause we’re closing in on a time when the sun won’t rise and the sun won’t set and the sun won’t shine (Bridge) Eighty five seconds to midnight… then the whole world can get fucked… (Uh) Waiting for world war 3 to fuckin ignite… Wish ya’ll would hurry the fuck up (Ahh yeah haha) Ohhoaa… Don’t give up on me yet I’m just a figment in your head (Ohhh ohh) Wonder where you went... Don’t give up on me yet I’m just a figment in your head (VERSE TWO) Aye yo Lyrical flow rains through my cranium, My punch lines hit hard like a bar of titanium, I’m so fuckin underground I’m subterranean, (for real) I’m raw to the core like four dead whores corpse that washed ashore, I’m the art of war Eating hearts of rappers like a carnivore, (grrr) We ain’t the same you’re inadequate, That’s why a lot of these rappers quit, Inhabit my systematic tactics, My minds illmatic fucking had it Like a spastic in a straight jacket, ya Mrs sellin’ her pussy for a pay packet (she’s belongs to the streets) She’s a muthafuckin slut Aye my verbal tech will fuck you up, It Ejects correct effect, I break the necks of rappers who couldn’t even hurdle steps, emcees get checked, vexed with disrespect, Upset when I address nothing less than best, fuck the rest mun, Better go and get ya best gun and get some rest son, before death comes, blow out ya left lung, I hear ya heart pumping like a drum, PRRRR… RUMPA-PUM PUMMM (PRRRR… RUMPA-PUM PUMMM) Rips one about to get some, I’m coming for ya neck son, My rawness is on course with Russian warships, have you sorted by morning, before I’m yawning by the dawns end, I’m the quiet before the storm, when it rains it pours man, I’m raw fam, middle of the mornin’, I hear the door slam, the hospital sold my organs to dying orphans on 4 chan, I’m the son of Sam, sliding through the ends like a running man, build em up cut em down, you finna find out if you fuck around, my life’s like kinda what ya wife’s like, been alright but lately it’s been going up and down (up and down) Shhh don’t make a sound, footsteps in the distance marching and shake the ground, promise I’d take her to town, but yet I had it ass around and went to town on her instead, (Woo) (Bridge) Like this life is a dime a dozen, and we’ll work for a dozen dimes. Bend over backwards until we are breaking our fucking spine, Making sure we toe the line, left to our own devices, every muthafucka I know got their own vices, I might just… be higher then a kite as I write this, (hah) (Hook) And I launched a zeppelin and stuck my head up into the fucking sky, And the heavens look like the aftermath of Columbine, ‘Cause we’re closing in on a time when the sun won’t rise and the sun won’t set and the sun won’t shine (Bridge) Eighty five seconds to midnight… then the whole world can go get fucked… (Uh) Waiting for world war 3 to fuckin ignite… Wish ya’ll would hurry the fuck up (Ahh yeah haha) (Hook) Ohhoaa… Don’t give up on me yet I’m just a figment in your head (Ohhh ohh) Wonder where you went... Don’t give up on me yet I’m just a figment in your head (Bridge) Like this life is a dime a dozen, and we’ll work for a dozen dimes. Bend over backwards until we are breaking our fucking spine, Making sure we toe the line, left to our own devices, every muthafucka I know got their own vices, I might just… be higher then a kite as I write this, (hah) (Hook hollow cadence) And I launched a zeppelin and stuck my head up into the fucking sky, And the heavens look like the aftermath of Columbine, One love Written by J.Davies

bandlab - @ty2flyyyy tiktok - @tyl3rxcam3ron instagram - @tyl3rxcam3ron other channel - ​@TiddleDiddle69 LYRICS im soft as hell but i be really talking mad shit (bitch yeaaaaaaaaa) (yea hold on, talk to me now) dont ask me who i am im the big bruh (im the one) only shot em one time, im jus tryna have fun (im having fun) all this ice on me, lookin like a icicle (its blinging hard) i dont tote no guns yk ima have to fight with em (bitch meet me in the yard) made my first band, i was only 16 (i was young) bitches think im finna change? nah ima stay mean bitches think im quittin all these drugs? you gotta pay me hoe want me to stay the night? nah i cant stay g i got a fuck problem hit da bitch raw 2 times i got a nut problem if fuck anotha time im gonna nut prolly all this ice blingin on my wrist it look like a rolly dam, i meant to say a rollie (i keep on fuckin up) me n bro really do this shit, but i can do it dolie (i keep the glock tucked) told tony scoop me inda helly hope its not a stolie flying from the ceiling of the cage, mick foley had to leave that hoe alone even tho her booty fat i was only 9 years old when my daddy passed bitch boy want to beat my brakes? man jus say that (im pullin up) brodie say he dissin on my deads, where he stay at? (ill fuck em up) dripping head to toe, im leaking, looking like i took a piss (i took a piss) my brodie tony in dem streets, he really hitting licks (he’s really him) robbin any pussy dumb enough to let him get a hit (they dumb as shit) posted up with gang i’m feeling like i’m on my SSundee shit (im smokin fent) bro roll another doobie tryna get high bitch say she love me but i really aint tryna reply (fuck off bitch) this rap shit real simple, easy as pie finna buy a private jet and take a getaway to dubai (im livin rich) im gettin paper but they really don’t (i stack it high) pussy said he gonna catch me lackin but he really wont (that boy lied) ice on me, man i need a coat im getting cold when you tote the gun wit me make sure you dont fuckin fold (you finna die) me n bryan rolled up half a pound & we cant feel our face hoppin out the johnny, shit i’m clutchin on a fuckin drac bitch said im ordinary nah im the fuckin great only call me G.O.A.T. it aint no debate i get hella pussy every day, you cant even relate (im charlie sheen) holdin the championship above my head , like a heavyweight (im stacking green) hit em wit a chokeslam, mark callaway i drunk so much red tonight dammit i cant stay awake (i fell asleep) where da ak at (bitch) im high as hell im dancin off the drank where my strap at (bitch) anybody tryna run up on me gettin headtapped (bitch) i’m heat checking pussies wit that FAA where they head at? im the president (i own the world) 2028 we makin all the pussies pay they rent (im stacking dough) big booty bitch shit giant like an elephant (that bitch a hoe) im finna curb stomp his ass and make him eat cement yk i keep sum shooters on me GD what i represent yk im finna get the pussy even if theres no consent give em 9 shots to the face like he 50 cent hit the plug up, shit i’m finna cop sum supplements